It's hard to explain, I guess. It's like he makes my heart burn with love. Sometimes I see him from a distance and he comes running to me and I'm so overcome with joy I speak Spanglish. You know, that odd mix of Spanish and English. Oooooh, look que cute and precioso…mi little perrito guapo and I'm GOING TO SWALLOW YOU WHOLE, chico! And, really, it's the most annoying thing to listen to, but Polo loves it.

Lucky for me, Polo understands Spanglish. More importantly, he totally just gets me.