When I was 6 we got a dog. His name was Shane (my father always insisted on giving our dogs human names). He was a ridgeback / alsation cross and we got him when he was just 4 weeks old. He was one of a litter of 14 and we were waiting until he was old enough to leave mommy but then pups from the litter started getting stolen so we got him way too young.
He was a little bundle of fluff that was half blind but he grew into my best friend and was my constant companion until he died when I was 18. He never hurt me, never back stabbed me, never played petty social games with me and never complained when I wasnt a bunch of laughs. He was always there for me and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would give his life for me in a second.
Dogs dont care what you look like, what sort of failings you have, they just want to love you and be loved in return. I wish that people could be so simple in their outlook on relationships, the world would be a much nicer place.