"Um, Kris?" Adam starts warily as Allison wrestles open the dry puppy food and the puppy curls up into Kris arms to stare at Adam as Kris says, "I don't know--how about Buddy?"

Adam stares at him incredulously; this could not be more Lifetime movie if they tried. "What about Spot?"

"But he has no--" Allison stops, staring at the dog thoughtfully. "Spot. For the irony?"

No, Adam thinks, appalled, no, no, no--

"I like it," Kris says, almost smiling, and the puppy rolls over in his lap, showing his belly. "Let's go with Spot."