I am so very lucky to have met and fell in love with a guy who not only LOVES my boys (it took time) but also tolerates all their mishaps and such. My man LOVES me .... and in that deal is them whom he knows I love more than anything in the world. That means to love me means to love them to him. Now, I have also done things to help his love for them grow. Ive gotten better at training, I got Fletcher fixed when I didn't really want to.... I knew this would make our living situation with them easier for all of us.
He also knows that if he sneaks them bits of food (which he does wayyy more than i do) that he may have to pay the price of that, which might be poop in the house. Overall though, he is wonderful... he rubs them down each morning and takes them for car rides even if it's just to the dump. He takes pics of them for me when he's with them and I'm at work or something so I can see what they are doing and because he knows seeing them during my boring work day will put a smile on my face. I am so lucky and my boys are too, thankfully!!
