My middle dog doesn’t fake the funk. He’s not trying to win “Most Friendly” at the pup park. He’s not wagging his tail for just anyone. He is who he is: a slightly grouchy, highly discerning, unapologetically real little guy with a face like “Don’t even.”

And yet—he’s adored. Why? Because he shows up as himself. Grumbles and all. No filter. No performative tail wags. Just honesty with a side of soft ears.

He’s a curmudgeon, yes, but a lovable one. He doesn’t people-please (or dog-please). He knows what he likes (sun patches, belly rubs from his people, and ignoring all others), and he’s not afraid to say “no thanks” with his entire body.

There’s a lesson in there.

Be real. Be selective. Grumble a little if you must. And know that the right people—the ones who get you—will love you for it.