All I want for Christmas is a puppy dog. Ever since my cat went missing (read: hunted down and eaten by a pack of coyotes, à la Jessica Simpson), I’ve had a void in my heart that only something small and fuzzy can fill. Which, of course, is why I’ve spent every other waking moment googling pictures of puppies and checking up classified ads. Not gonna lie, I quite feel like an older woman desperate for a man.