Brigette’s Grand Adventure: Brigette Makes a Move

As dictated by Brigette herself, with minimal slobber on the keyboard

Well, well, well. If it isn’t the tale of my triumphant arrival to Connecticut—a story so epic, so emotionally complex, it deserves its own Netflix mini-series. But since Hollywood hasn’t called (rude), I’ll settle for this page.

Let’s rewind to 2022. I was living the high life in New Hampshire with my fellow basset brethren—The Sniff Squad, as we called ourselves. We had noses to the ground and tails in the air, sniffing out squirrels, sandwich crusts, and occasionally, our own feet. Life was good. But then came the twist: I was chosen. Selected. Plucked from the pack like a fine truffle in a forest of fungi. My destiny awaited in Connecticut.

New Home, where am I?
Upon arrival, I immediately noticed several things:

• The air smelled different. Less pine, more suburban sophistication.
• The squirrels here are faster. I suspect performance-enhancing acorns.
• My new humans were obsessed with me. I mean, who could blame them?

Meet the Belly-Rub Enthusiasts
My new family quickly proved themselves worthy of my affection. They give me belly rubs not once, not twice, but several times a day. I’ve trained them well. I simply flop over like a fainting goat and boom—hands are activated like magic. It’s Pavlovian, but I’m Pavlov.

Gourmet Dining, Basset Style
The food? Oh! We’re talking top-tier kibble, surprise pieces of banana, and the occasional “oops, I dropped a piece of steak” moment. I pretend not to notice the calories.

Bedtime Royalty
And let’s talk about the bed. THEIR bed. Which is now OUR bed. I sleep diagonally, naturally, to maximize my surface area. They curl around me like peasants around a queen. I snore like a chainsaw in a wind tunnel, and they call it “adorable.” I’ve never felt so powerful.

New Friends, New Fame
I’ve made new friends in Connecticut—some canine, some human, all beneath me in status but delightful, nonetheless. I’m known at the dog park as “The Low-Rider Diva.” I accept treats and compliments with grace and a dramatic ear flip.

So yes, I miss my basset buddies in New Hampshire. But I’ve found my kingdom here. And as long as the belly rubs flow, the food keeps coming, and the bed remains mine, I shall reign with floppy-eared brilliance.

I hope you’ll visit my blog again soon. Love to all my fans, Brigette the Brilliant. 🐾👑