Winton, when not furiously, tearfully, red-facedly, and again FURIOUSLY, trying to "do it MYSELF!!" has discovered empathy:
Hardie: whine sob sob whine whine whine [accompanied by droopy basset-hound eyesearslips]
Winton: Oh, Hardie! Why crying? Have a hug, Hardie. It's Ok. I love you.
And he always been good at affection:
Winton: Mummy! Kiss! [as he leans in to kiss me on the lips, misses slightly and puts his runny nose between them].
Ah germy love, my sweet sticky boy.