In a way, I exist because of a dog. My Mom’s very Lassie-like collie, Darren, to be precise.
In their teens, my parents lived 1 house and 1 street apart, so they knew each other tangentially from around the neighborhood. Dad’s little sister went to check my Mom out to see if she and Dad should actually meet. They did, and the rest is history.
Darren’s part? He LOVED Dad. Every time Dad walked by or my folks’ paths crossed in the streets, Darren raised a joyous ruckus, a unique vocalization. He was part matchmaker, part proximity alert, part chaperone. No other guy my Mom dated got Darren’s seal of approval.
Smart dog, excellent taste.
FWIW, Dad’s still got that “animal magnetism”. Mom has had 1-3 border collies as pets since she became aware of them in 1986, and Dad’s been the #1 family member for all of them. Yeah, he feeds them most often, but I get that duty as well. And I’m the primary dog walker and fun time person.
But Dad remains first in their hearts.