Maybe not that bad, but for years I really wanted a dog. I knew it wasn't realistic, being a single guy who had different roommates each year. But I get a girlfriend, we get serious, we move in together in a big boy/girl apartment. We start talking about getting a dog, we go to the pet store near us and look at puppies often.

Christmas comes about 6 months after we move in. We always do a secret santa type thing for the adults in my family. Discussion was had about dogs earlier in the day. I don't think that much about it, but it comes to present time. I open mine, and there is just a big bone in it. My face lights up, I am not an emotional person, but I scream Oh my god! with joy. I hug my girlfriend. I eagerly jump up and look to the door expecting four goofy legs and a waggly tail to appear.

I look around and notice that everyone is all of a sudden looking uncomfortable. I start asking what is going on... and no one wants to say anything. My poor as shit cousin, who was apparently my secret santa, says "its a joke, you got boned, haha!" and walks out of the room. My aunt explains that she couldn't afford a real gift, so she gave me that. I go from pure elation to just shocked sadness, and the bone just slipped out of my hand and fell to the floor. Worst gift ever.