The "other" man in my life

Sorry, Andrew. I have a new man in my life. His name is Woody. Tonight, while making dinner, I was making faces at Woody and he was staring back at me and Andrew said "you never look at me like that...you've NEVER looked at me like that". To which I replied "nope". I love this dog. I love him so much I can't stand it. I want to make the rest of his life as healthy and happy as it can be to make up for all those years of being mistreated. So nope, I never look at Andrew like that because he didn't spend most of his life in a cage and wasn't given up by his first real family (although maybe they might wanted to have given him up from time to time)and I can't believe that this 30 lbs of fur, floppy ears and fun is all mine (well, 50% mine -- but all mine in my head!). So I don't mind that he tries to kill me at least 10 times a day by being underfoot and that most of my clothes need to be completely rolled before I can leave the house. It's worth it. It's totally worth it.