Your dog has seen you cry, dance badly and talk to yourself. Someone knows the real you and likes you anyway.

Being completely unedited in front of something that keeps liking you is rarer than it sounds. There is no audit, no story told later, no version of you that gets reported to anybody. Whatever you were worried was unlovable about you has already been observed at close range by a creature who still waits at the door.

That is worth borrowing for the human version. Let one person see one unedited thing this month: the ugly cry, the bad singing, the plan you think is stupid. The people worth keeping respond about the way the dog does.