We've had Louie for a year and a half now, and I finally get the dog thing. I think I might even be a dog person, and nobody is more surprised than I am--I didn't see that one coming, not in a million years. We lucked out with him-- he was a shelter pup adopted around the age of seven months and he's just the right size for our house and exhibits a balanced blend of running around outside and sleeping all day.
I see other dogs now, out in town, and I think I want to go over and talk to them, be friendly. (But I don't, usually-- rules, boundaries, and limitations and all that.) I was never afraid of dogs, but I had never bonded with one before and wasn't really sure what to do aside from a little head patting. It was the same with babies before I had my own child-- I didn't dislike them, but I wasn't quite sure what to do with one, or how to care for it.
Now I'd have to say that nicely behaved dogs and young children (nicely behaved or otherwise) are some of my favorite beings to talk to and spend time with.