I've never thought of myself as cynical, but since I've been reading Stanley Coren's book, How Dogs Think, I might have to reassess myself, because I've found that the origin of the word might mean someone who lives in a straightforward way, as a dog does.
Since Penny joined our household, I've spent more time
stopping to smell the roses, when walking with her on-lead (waiting for her to finish sniffing around the base of every tree or pole);
plenty of time picking up (and, yes - examining - poo);
heaps of time sitting by the waterside while she swims;
a regular night-time session out in the backyard looking out at the universe while she has a wee,
and...oh, I could go on forever thinking about how she has changed my daily life.
So perhaps I've become more cynical - in the original sense of the word.