Little Filthy :(
Little Filthy got out the front door and raced down the hall to say hello to Boss when she got home from class and work. He turned around and came racing back toward me at top speed, skidded to a halt and into my arms. We came inside the condo and I noticed that he kept lifting his paws to lick at something. I leaned over and saw red. When he skidded to a halt in the hall, the little pads on his forelegs skinned right off from the carpet and had peeled back. He never even whimpered. I scooped him up into my arms and we went into the bathroom for some quick cleaning and antiseptic and bandaids. Little Filthy sat in my lap with his front legs sticking out while Boss doctored him up. I felt like my toddler just skinned his knees.
LIKE HE SKINNED HIS KNEES CLEAN OFF.
This little guy is going to be the death of me. Little buddy. 
Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.