I'm a dog lover from way back. I'd have a dog now, except that we're doing too much traveling and the girls are really too young to have a dog. And I've been pretty firmly convinced that my dogs -- the good ones, anyway :) -- have loved me too. So when I read Eric Zorn's column explaining how my dog doesn't love me, well, I thought that was pretty wrong.
Our best dog ever, Rusty the genius Irish Setter (no, that's not an oxymoron), lived the first two years of his life in a pen on my grandparents' farm. And even after he spent years living with us, he was always delighted to see my grandpa again.
We've spent thousands of years breeding the perfect companion animal. Of course, we bred them to love us. :)