HE’S A GENTLEMAN, a scholar, a football player and a pooch. He goes by Guts.
He’s a gentleman because he doesn’t jump up on your leg. When he is outside my sister-in-law’s business, he only goes to the open entrance, no farther. He stops there and waits, one paw on the stoop.
He’s a scholar because he’s clearly intelligent, which is also why he’s a gentleman. Perhaps his formal schooling is deficient, making him not technically a scholar, but if you want smart, then Guts is your guy.
He’s a football player. Actually, it’s soccer because he lives in Mexico, but it’s not called soccer but football or rather futbol in Spanish. Guts plays second fiddle on a two-man team.
The star player is my nephew who is 11. The two play on the sidewalk late in the evenings after the business has closed for the night. Guts is really into the game, playing with his paws, not technically kosher, of course.
Guts is a street fellow and needs a bath. You may wonder where he got the name of Guts. The daughter of one of my sister-in-law’s employees named him that. Actually, his name is Tripas, a Spanish word that means, well, Guts. It also means Intestines, but I favor Guts, don’t you?
It has more style.
Guts has guts because it requires guts to live on the street in Mexico and remain somewhat clean, especially when in your heart you’re a gentleman, a scholar and a football player.
Guts, a little guy, is also an optimist with a sunny disposition. I like him.