I pretty much grew up with my mom and siblings - and cats. No dogs.
It wasn't till I left home that I got a dog - a small brown dog that I got as a puppy (someone had dumped him). I named him Weasel. He was the smartest dog I ever knew.
When I got married and moved into our new home, my then-wife brought home a white dog that her sister and hubby were terrorizing. This dog relaxed after a week or so, and 'bonded' with my daughter who was around 3 or 4 at the time. My daughter grew up with that dog. We used to play 'go find Kathleen!' - where we would hold and pet the dog while our daughter would find a hiding place in the yard. We would then let the dog go, and she would try to find her friend - our daughter. She was pretty good at it, too. If she didn't find her on the first lap of the house, she would put her nose to the ground and 'track' her. Smart dog. She usually found our daughter after a minute or so.
Anyway - one lesson I learned from sharing space with cats and dogs. They love you no matter what. They do not ask what religion you are. All they ask in return is love... and food.
Regards,
Jim TX