Man may think that he domesticated the dog, but I don't think he did. It was the dog's choice to take us up on our offer millions of years' ago when we tossed him a bone. The pack could have walked away leaving us to sit by the fire alone and to hunt alone and to protect ourselves alone. After all, they already had their pack order established, knew how to hunt as a group to sustain life and had coordinated their efforts in raising their young. They didn't need us at all. It was us who needed them and we got the better part of the deal.
I need my dogs. I need to talk to them and to walk with them and to play with them and to cuddle with them and to sleep with them. I need to know that they are there for me just as much as I am there for them. They are a part of who I am because without them, I would not be who I am.