This is Spot. He lives down the street. I guess he got his name because of his coat. Had I been named for my coat, I might have been Curly. Or maybe Matt? But probably not Matt because we already know a Matt. Coincidentally, he has a pretty serious barbe too (Barbe means beard in French, hence Barbet).
Spot and I had a pretty good stare down the other morning. I tried to wait until he moved first before I pounced, but his patience wore me down. I jumped. He ran. Dogs pounce back. I way prefer that — especially in the morning when I need a little bit of a mono-a-mono.
There's always tomorrow.
