Sacred Haven of Debauchery

(and according to international happiness rankings, Korea and Japan are, in my opinion, even lower than Russia, lol)

The relatives I lived with for a while had a Labrador. When the owners came home, it would always grab someone's slipper in its mouth and run to greet them, wagging its tail and showing its joy. You could kick it occasionally, you could lock it in the bathroom all night. There was nothing to its existence; it was trapped in a stuffy apartment and only taken out for a ten-minute walk once a day. Despite all this, it was still happy.
What's my point... Animals don't need much to be happy.