Dogs. Can’t live with them, can’t live without them. Bonnie and Gibbs are midway between clippings. They have not achieved “heap of dirty rags” level, but have passed the way-station titled “well-groomed Scottish Terriers.”
Filthy? Almost, but not yet disgusting. Not the level of filth that makes you feel an instant immersion in warm water and suds is a mandate … but you don’t necessarily want either dog snuggling next to your clean clothing. Or snoring on the couches if you have just changed the sofa covers.
I guess they are closer to “messy” rather than “filthy” but that is also a matter of opinion. One person’s mess is another’s filth, after all.