I think my dog Amos—attentively listening above—understands me. I'm not talking about his hundred tricks learned thanks to these guys and the power of the clicker (he follows commands better than most kids.) I'm talking about true understanding. This video explains why this thought isn't crazy at all.
This big puppy, below, hits me in mid-air at about 600 miles per hour whenever I get home, whether it's been 10 minutes or 9 hours. This demonstrates a higher understanding of me than anyone else in my life.
Also, humans should play-bite each other more.