Dog people are dog people all year long. We never take a break from our fandom, because our dogs never do. They’re there for us all the time, sometimes whether we like it or not (like when we’re in the bathroom and they insist on following us in there). We’re not fairweather fans who only come around when dogs are cute and nice, no we’re still there when our pups are having a barkfest at an invisible man on the sidewalk. As much as we’d like to turn their volume down, we never waver in our support. 

This is why being a dog person is more of an inherent trait than an adopted one. Sure, you can become a dog person later in life, but that just means you’re accessing something that was already there, just buried deep down inside. Once a dog person, always a dog person. You can’t take it back once you claim that identity.