I never thought I would be one of those people writing about COVID-19 and the effects it has had on the world but, inevitably, here I am. After being assigned this photo essay by Rohan, the constraints created by the virus seemed to loom over me like an ominous cloud. But then, almost out of no-where, a ray of sunshine broke through the shadows. It was Buddy (aka Boisey, aka BigBoy) .
A blissfully unaware, eight-year-old, fudge brown, Dood. I’m sure many of us have had one thing that has made isolation just a bit more bearable – coffee, Netflix, freshly baked bread. Well Buddy is my one thing. While blissfully unaware of what’s happening on the News, why suddenly he’s been going on seven extra walks a day or why he is unable to visit his Gran anymore, he’s just happy that he gets to hang out with us. In the beginning of the shoot, Buddy was quite confused with my behaviour. Why was I lying on the floor? Why wasn’t I throwing him the ball that he was giving to me? And what is that clicking noise?
Buddy isn’t like most dogs. He’s smart. Sometimes too smart. To teach him to stay out of the kitchen we laid down some tape and simply asked him to not walk passed it, and he hasn’t since then. After sitting him down and explaining to him I needed his formidable good looks to woo my classmates, he agreed, only on the terms that he could play ball and have a Schmackos.
Cute dog!!!