When I make an assessment, like This person is cheap, I collect material to back up my claim. See? I took them out for lunch and they never reciprocated. Tight wad. I use blinders to ignore the fact that they have three kids in college and their house is under water. 

If I conclude that John does not help with a certain task I crane my neck to look past what he is actually doing to enhance Odhner doings to find the proof I am seeking. I knew it. He is not doing the dishes. Oh wait, he is making dinner. For me. And he cleaned the stove.  

A few months ago I decided to keep a record of how often Benjamin has a melt down. Dutifully I made a note on my phone every time he squawked. But this morning he turned on Solomon and Tirah while he munched breakfast and I realized something. He has not barked in a week. Not only that he has been singing. A lot. Last week we went for his regular blood draw, a procedure he knows well, and one that includes a pointy object aimed at him. He sang all the way there. He sang in the waiting room, a place I might add that I have less than fuzzy feelings about. He continued to belt it out to the bemusement of the other waiters when my phone rang. It was Tirah. I asked if she could hear the voice in the background. 

Now I am looking for different evidence. 

For a 20 second sample scroll down to July and click on He's happy