Dirty. Dirty house. Dirty hands & feet. Dirty dogs. I’ve experienced them all, frequently.
My mom, who was almost OCD about cleaning used to say “There’s a difference between dirt and filth.” She was right, of course. Filth is dirt that has been left to evolve into something much worse. A dirty house can turn into a filthy house pretty easily. It’s a daily battle to address the dirt before it turns to filth.
I’ve had dirty hands & feet most of my life. I’ve worked around horses for the better part of it and have no problem getting dirty. It’s “honest” dirt earned in the course of hard work.
The pig is “Elvira”. Not our pig but someone else’s that they let roam the area. She would visit our house several times a week. She was this size when we first saw her but she grew into a big pot-bellied pig in the couple of years that she came around. I don’t know what happened to her. Doubtful that the coyotes got her because that would’ve happened earlier rather than later.
With that, living in the country we have dirty dogs. Although my Mini Schnauzers are in a fenced yard, they still get dirty fairly quickly. We used to have a Labrador Retriever, an Irish Setter and a F.O.R.D. (Found On Road Dog) who would get into the ponds and various mud puddles. It would be a hose and shampoo on them frequently in the summers.