The Dog Parents Club-Fam

And here the Dog Parents Club happened.

You were so excited. You signed up immediately. You believed — correctly — that I needed a community.

And somehow, without even trying, we found our family.

Ah and I met Cookie’s Mom!

Cookie looked a lot like me — but don’t be fooled. We had completely different personalities. Still, we got along in our own quiet way. No playing. No drama. Just existing peacefully together.

Her parents, Aditi and Aditya, became a part of our chosen family. Cookie and I spent a lot of time together — at each other’s homes, and once at a dog sitter we both absolutely hated.

Trauma bonding counts!!

Then came Shashwat and Namrata, with their baby Doby.

Met true dog lovers. Always ready to help. Always kind. Always there. They loved me the way people love dogs when they really understand them.

And then came my most favorite family-Nishtha and Timse & Achilles

Ah yes. Achilles.

A tennis-ball-obsessed little monster who became my bestest buddy till my very last breath. Our relationship was complicated. Love and hate. Respect and tolerance. Destiny, really.

We waited for each other. We stayed together. We never actually played.

But we belonged together.

When our humans worked or went out, our homes became Airbnbs for each other. Achilles stayed with us. I stayed at his place. We hated being apart and also hated dog sitters equally.

Achilles was a lot like me. Didn’t care much for dogs. We loved humans deeply. Had opinions. Strong ones.

I dominated him a little and surprisingly he allowed it.

Nishtha and Timse laughed about it, but they knew the truth:
I was the only one who could control him. He listened to me. Me.

Otherwise, he was always ready to pounce.

Together, we were like an old married couple.
No romance. No play. Just understanding.

They adored me. I adored them. Achilles was your second baby — and our apartment? His personal Airbnb.

Family for life.

And then — right there in our neighborhood — was Mr. Bo.

We didn’t have playdates. We didn’t stay over. But we saw each other almost every day.

And every single time he saw me, he did the same thing.

He sat down completely. Paws stretched forward.
And waited. He waited until I reached him. And then — only then — he jumped around me, trying to play.

And surprisingly?

I let him. Some dogs earn privileges!

Looking back, that Dog Parents Club didn’t just give us friends. It gave us family. People who loved me. Dogs who understood me. Homes where I belonged.

In a city that once felt too big, I found my pack.

And I stayed right at the center of it.