I'd never really been attracted to them like everyone else. I mean, sure, they're cute sometimes, especially when they're little, and I've never particularly disliked them...
But then they grow up and get all stinky and hairy. And then they expect you to feed them and take care of them and baby them because of course they can't do anything for themselves, and they smell bad and make lots of noise. They leave stuff all over the house and make a mess everywhere they go, a mess that they never clean up themselves. They whine and complain if they're not the center of attention, and you can't ever have your privacy because they're so nosey they have to know exactly what you're doing 100% of the time.
But women do love them, and they start to act stupid about them. They grow infatuated and get all lovey-dovey and fall head-over-heels and get furious with anyone who tries to point out any flaws. They get mad at other people who don't absolutely adore their "Snoogy-wookums" the same way they do, and they snap at people who offend them, either intentionally or accidentally. They're blinded by their own overzealous devotion.
Imagine my surprise then, while, when staring into those beautiful big blue eyes and running my fingers absently through the soft furry hair, I found myself thinking, "Maybe dogs aren't so bad after all."