Discretion.
I wish Little Filthy had discretion. Not a lot. Just enough. Enough to, say:
- tell the difference between which noises in the hall are worth barking at and which are not;
- realize that Attorney isn’t hurting Besos when they do that thing;
- understand that food on the counter is not okay to jump up and snatch but food on the floor is fair game;
- realize that humping toys is less acceptable in front of guests; and
- tell the difference between food and poo.
*sigh*
Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.