My parents think it's obsessive. And you know what I say? Nothing. That's right, I say nothing because I'm too busy speaking Spanglish. Polo travels with us pretty much everywhere within driving distance and he's pretty much our road dog. Literally. When we go out to dinner, he hops in the car and waits until we've finished our meal to join him back in the car. When I make trips to FedEx, all the guys know him by name and Polo usually sleeps in between my legs while I ship my goods. When we make hotel arrangements, we order a dog bed for him.

Wait, what? You think it's obsessive, too? I'm sorry, I can't hear you. I'm TOO BUSY SPEAKING SPANGLISH.

Happy Sunday.