Ever since we got Simba, it feels like we belong to some exclusive & hidden club.

We are meeting people that we would have never met. In our building when we take Simba out for walks in the morning and the evenings, we meet other dog owners. We may not even know their names but we know their dog’s name.

Stories of dogs misbehaving or doing stupid stuff are finally funny. We start to judge dog owners based on how clean their dog looks. We talk about vets and what toys are awesome. We feel proud when people pet Simba. We schedule our life around Simba’s walks now. I think if I watch “Old Yeller” now, I might become clinically depressed.

It is hard to explain but I can recognize dog owners even when they are not with their pets. It is like a secret club, you know who is in it. But you don’t talk about it.