As loving as Phil can be, he also has a temper. One time he pooped in my shoe, no joke. First, he made eye contact with me, then dropped a little nugget in my shoe to let me know he was not pleased with his lack of attention. Also, if anything smells remotely disgusting or delicious in the trash (bacon grease is the main culprit) he will shred the trash bag and scatter trash about the kitchen.
Although he has some serious flaws, he provides loving companionship and brings joy to our lives (most of the time). He reenforces the fact that no matter how flawed we are, whether it's seeking additional attention, incotinence, or letting our noses get us into trouble, we are all lovable and deserve to be loved.
Sometimes I have to remind myself that love is patient, therefore we should be patient with those we love. (One day at a time.)