Seriously, if I had really understood my ex's antipathy towards animals I'd have run far and fast. He grew up with a dog, but he did not want to be a pet owner. We had pets, and he was marginally tolerant towards them, but definitely did not "like" them. He only liked the service they could provide him. He would walk the dog because he was a great ice breaker to meet neighbors. But he hated feeding or cleaning up after them, and didn't want them in the bed ever. My cats think I AM the bed.