If it's possible to love something more than I should, I'm guilty.
If it's possible to act in ridiculous ways simply because of heart-melting cuteness, I'm guilty.
If it's possible to believe an animal is part human, I'm guilty.
If it's possible to whisper words of devotion to a dog and believe he understands, I'm guilty.
I'm guilty of so much, but–more so–guilty of spoiling my dog on his 10th BIRTHDAY. Lots of treats, belly rubs, long walks because Polo deserves being the center of attention today because he's the center of my world the rest of the year.