Another difference between me and Bridget: I have a dog, and she can't keep herself clothed.
I think Bridget would very much like to have a dog, and she'd even enjoy playing with the dog when she got it. On cold and lonely nights, they'd snuggle. She'd talk to her dog as if it were a person - practice work-conversations with a big vocabulary so that she'd be respected, admired even. In the future, she'd think how nicely a dog would complete the picture of her happy life: a country home with Perfect Husband and adorable children with ringlets. They'd all trot off together to have a picnic in a meadow, pup nipping at their heels.