Monday, February 25, 2008
Three Basenjis made a pack, a new pack. Kiko was moving in with little or no snarking. Instead of growling, it was conversational Basenji, that odd, high pitched whine they used among themselves. Kiko had the manners of a ten year old boy, but loved affection, came when he was called, and was house trained. As Basenjis went, his behavior was impeccable.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Kiko: 15 month neutered male Basenji from Peggy at Colorado Basenji Rescue. A puppy yet, he wanted to play and chew. A real sweetheart. We started talking about a third Basenji, and Kiko is where it went. Three Basenjis made a pack, which was the Basenji social organization. Beware of one. One lead to two.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Talks had begun about adopting a third Basenji. Once talks began, things have moved quickly in the past. Kintu was a rescue Basenji. Milla was an adoption from Colorado Basenji Rescue in Denver. Snow kept falling but Milla and Bosco took it in stride. Basenjis demanded a much greater intimacy than most dogs. They demanded a relationship with their people that most dogs never considered demanding. Labeled "untrainable" by some, they simply refused to be used for the amusement of others. If you threw a ball, they assumed you wanted to get rid of it, and there was nothing to be gained by bringing it back. A neglected Basenji got the attention they sought through misbehavior.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Warmer week. Everything revolves around the weather. Summer's ornamental grass hangs in there all winter, soft plumes of flowering grass heads. Softening on the idea of a new puppy, not to replace Kintu, but to add spice to the pack. Has only been a couple months since Kintu expired. Worry that the more Basenjis with whom we live only increases the chances of one dying, but luckily, nothing I ever imagine happens. The world is far stranger than anything imaginable.