Imagine this: Your loved one wakes up on Christmas morning with an extra bounce in your step. They throw off the covers and run down the hall, skidding to a stop in front of the tree – and what’s this? The most omigod-so-adorable fluffy little furball anyone has ever seen! A puppy?!? Best. Gift EVARRRRR! You instantly win parent/spouse/sibling of the year, right? WRONG!