I always thought that you were either a dog person or a cat person, and I was a dog person.
Since childhood I loved dogs. I love their playfulness, loyalty, their ability to learn tricks, and their cute little faces. I never went through a stage of being afraid of dogs. I loved them all. I was never chased, bitten or growled at. I "knew" at the earliest age that dogs knew I was a good person, that they knew I would never hurt them and that I was not afraid of them, and so naturally they would never hurt me.
As a dog person, I obviously hated cats. I thought they were such jerks. They didn't care if you came home. They wouldn't love you at the end of a shitty day. They scratch. They're bad luck if they're black and cross your path. Worst of all even though I paid them no mind and clearly hated them, they were always rubbing up against me and purring.
I couldn't wait to grow up and have my very own dog. A large breed that I could run with, that would protect me and would be my son's best friend, because IF I was ever a mom I just knew I would have a son.
Then I grew up, and I have yet to live anywhere were dogs were allowed.
My husband loves all animals. And he blew my mind with this idea. You can love both dogs and cats because they are BOTH awesome. I told him he was obviously mistaken. No one loves both, and I HATED cats.
So one day after we'd been married 4 months he came home with a KITTEN.
WTF? It was then I learned how wonderful cats can be. How amazing that they just go in a litter box. That they love you and basically no one else. That they are super independent. How they also love you at the end of a shitty day. That they too had cute faces, how had I never noticed?
We ended up with two cats and no dog. I love them so much. But I still want a dog.