"When you said you were bringing us a house present, I didn't think it would be one that required training pads and regular walks," Jim said genially.  He regarded the animal as he took a step closer.  "I had heard dog breeders had begun to make available these -- what do they call them now -- unicorn dogs?"

As if cognizant of its relatively recent designation, the small dog attempted to romp about in the narrow confines of his box.  In his antics, he ended up chasing his own tail briefly before he flopped onto his side in confusion.  

His smile now clearly evident, Jim went down on one knee and let the dog smell his hand, which it did with keen interest, and briefly stroked his silky coat.