Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Polo

It appears my dog has two distinct personalities. One morning, one night. All day Polo follows JD like a shadow. Wants JD to walk him, JD to feed him, JD to play with him. My dog–in all his divaness–basically lets me know he's just not that into me.

But at sunset? Polo treats sunset like he's the prince who found Cinderella's slipper. He searches me out in the house and wants to snuggle. He drags his toys into a pile at my feet, like a peace offering. His charms work on me like magic and I often find myself carrying him like a baby as I walk to the kitchen, later taking him upstairs for bed.

Let's be honest: I know this is weird. But every morning, I lean over to his dog bed, scoop him out, and place him at my side. Seeing that the sun is out, Polo turns his head and hops over to sleeping JD. Together they dream about long walks and plates of meat, I'm sure.

But with a face like this, I'm happy to wait until sunset.