If you’re a human and unwrapped something you’d already bloody had for years on Christmas, chances are you’d hurl it across the fuckin’ room, cursing the unfairness of it all (we’re an ungrateful lot of bastards, TBH).
If you’re a canine, your happiness levels are permanently set to 11 – endless cuddles/food/squeaky toys/play time will do that for ya – so you love the shit out of it, and wish you could unwrap average presents every day.
Take this Maltese, for e.g, who was next-level stoked to find his human under the tree this year:
THE EXCITED WHINING! THE UNADULTERATED JOY! THE DEXTERITY!
Dogs for lyf