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.
April 27th, 2010 at 10:48 pm
He’ll never learn not to steal food off the counter/table/coffee table if you don’t stop taunting him with that banana. Mean, but funny.
My dogs think -that thing- is hilarious.
April 27th, 2010 at 11:13 pm
I think you are asking a lot of this poor guy. Seriously….be able to tell food from poo? Too much RE..too much. Careful he doesn’t give you a cockpunch.
April 27th, 2010 at 11:31 pm
Yeah, but even with all of that indiscretion, or maybe because of it, he seems to fit just fine in the Random household.
April 27th, 2010 at 11:47 pm
BTW, I didn’t mean to imply that YOU are not discreet (you know, when you’re in the kitchen steaming your genitals or standing on the counters taking pictures, or ….) but that you have such a good sense of humor.
April 28th, 2010 at 12:58 am
If you manage to teach LF any of those things I’ll hire you to work your magic on Izzy and Lulu.
April 28th, 2010 at 3:29 am
Yeah…Sunshine wishes I’d learn that one about not humping toys in front of guests. I’ll get it eventually.
April 28th, 2010 at 5:46 pm
oh LF, how i heart thee.
April 28th, 2010 at 8:24 pm
Well he learned all those things from you. You created the monster, now you must deal.
April 29th, 2010 at 7:41 am
You reminded me of how my two boys (aged 8 & 11) could do with a dose of discretion every now and then as well, such as: saying very loudly in the middle of the supermarket “Phwoar Mum, did you just FART?” when a quiet little comment would do.. (and no I didn’t for the record!) Or… similar to LF’s humping antics, announcing proudly that his willy is “pitching a tent”.. too much information!
However they do understand the difference between food and poo so I should be grateful I guess!
And look at that face, how could you stay mad at that
April 29th, 2010 at 9:40 pm
Roscoe CANNOT be in the room if IT is happening. If The BF and I even kiss he will put his tongue in between our faces. It’s so funny though cuz when we put him outside he waits quietly and always seems to know when we’re through because he’ll scratch at the door.
Then he sniffs our crotches A LOT – IMO it’s because he can’t figure out why we smell like each other.
Dogs are a riot.
June 20th, 2010 at 6:17 pm
I really like your blog. I find it interesting when you refer to yourself as “Attorney”. I’m also in a profession (MD) and I never think of myself as doctor. As in, if I was writing a blog I might refer to myself as “the nerd”, or what have you, but not by my profession. Have you always done this? Is there a reason you don’t refer to Besos by her profession? Just curious.
June 20th, 2010 at 6:40 pm
Hi, Marie,
I really only refer to myself as ‘Attorney’ when I write about what I presume the dog (Little Filthy) may be thinking and because I am anonymous. I’d be more likely to refer to myself as ‘the dork’ or something along those lines. I don’t think I’m terribly attorney-ish, quite honestly.
I do not refer to Besos by her profession because it isn’t how I wish her to be identified. It is easier to refer to myself that way because it gives my blog an easily identifiable familiarity, that’s all.
Thank you for the comment.
-R.