On the ranch growing up... With all men, most of the time. The guys were very close and attached to the dogs. They let them go everywhere even in their beds, and I have a distinct childhood memory of a Scary-ass tough Campesino... You know laconic "muy indio" guy, home made (prison?) tattoos, hands so rough that they could slice wire... crying over the untimely demise of a border collie named Micky... The cats did not have names lived in the barn, kept the vermin down, and were semi feral... Nobody gave much of a shit about the cats.
Now that I spend a fair amount of time in the apartments of single NY women... (BTW total digression but does anybody else here get aroused just by the scent, and atmosphere of the slightly messy apartments of women that live alone....) I have noticed that the number that keep cats, is far greater then the number that keep dogs... Although there is a kind of princess chick I enjoy that keeps a purse dog. Woman like cats because they are affectionate and non-needy. Men like dogs because they are big hearted and loyal... Dogs are good to go require little persuasion and are all in.
I think there is a playful and puppie like quality to the coolest woman... It makes me wonder if they have inverted ijjji's theory.