I didn't notice how much I cared about what people think of me until I got a dog.
For the most part, I was going through my days thinking everything was good. I was me and that was that, like it or leave it.
Then I got a dog who likes to pull on walks and barks at anything that moves. Suddenly, I'm thinking a lot about what other people think. I'm sure they think I can't control my dog. I think the same thing, a lot of the time.
I don't know that I have too much to say about it other than it seems that if you think you have a problem licked, in this case the need for approval from others, you never know what will change to change your mind.
In this case, it's a cute dog who I love to pieces.