Bridget

Bridget (Bardot, not Jones) is a the Granfield puppy that was introduced to my household two weeks before the Coronavirus lockdown in March of 2020. At about 5 months old she was a surge of energy ignorant of the state of the world; blithe to the fact that day jobs aren’t meant to be executed in one’s lounge and lunchtime walks should happen in the evening. Contact time with humans shouldn’t be as easily accessible as it was, and yet she’s accustomed to it.

I’ve gotten used to her barking now, her frown and puppy eyes when I’m eating literally anything, the snaggletooth and curious head tilt she does when she’s looking at something just beyond her field of vision. She still runs around barking at dogs twice her size out of either arrogance or lack of self awareness. In my ignorance to what it’s like to own a puppy I’ve come to learn that all puppies have their own unique character and personality just as humans do. It’s not something I’d ever considered until I figured out Bridget’s individual set of quirks.

She continues to walk into walls and look up at us as if it doesn’t make sense that she’s in pain, but at least she’s made us all smile on some of the harsher days of 2020.