We got Buster when I was about seven and my sister was ten. We went to a couple of shelters around the area with my parents to see if any dog stood out to us.
There were definitely several at different places that each of us really liked, individually, but my parents were adamant that we all had to like the dog. There was this little beagle I really liked, but no one else seemed drawn to him, though. He was sweet and shy. I think he nipped at my sister, so that was that.
My sister really liked cats, so she pushed for a cat. I don't like cats. They never seem happy to see you like a dog is. That's why it's "man's best friend" when people talk about dogs.
My mom and dad fought over what dog they each liked, which was typical of them. They couldn't even keep the fighting to just at home, it was in public, too. It was so embarrassing.