When I was a child, my mother would occasionally, not too often, bring home small, inexpensive gifts to my brother and me that had no relation to any special day and were just given out of the goodness of her heart. She called such a little present a happy.
Nowadays, I mostly get happies from my dogs. Not so much from Scout anymore, but Pippa is fond of searching out a special gift for me now and then and coming to drop it at my feet.
When Scout was young, her endeavors were fairly limited, since we lived in a somewhat suburban area. She also had no dog door for her to go in and out on her own, so she would bring my gifts to the side door of the house - the one we most often used.
Over a couple of years, Scout brought me such things as dead moles, a dead squirrel and many old bones that looked like they once belonged to deer. Where she unearthed those bones is still a mystery to me.