Monday, May 26, 2008
65'-70' dying elm was a Big tree. The cost of removing it made it look healthier than originally thought. Waiting for a storm to blow it down seemed more patient and organic. More holistic, if you will. The tree came somewhere after the Basenjis' annual checkup as a priority. Meantime, we waited for the promised refund coming from dear Mr. Bush, which, it was hoped, would work out better than the 40 acres and a mule promised after the civil war that never materialized.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Basking on the well heated kitchen stoop, Kiko showed how long-legged Basenjis sat and stretched their legs. Not every Basenji learned the knack, which was shown off in warm weather and kept in the bottom drawer during the winter. Bosco, Milla, and Kiko took to warm weather like the Congo dogs from which they descended, baking their bones whenever they were outside.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Bosco's signal to come back in. Mostly the pack wanted to stay outside where the soft winds blew, people messed around in their yards, and squirrels, rabbits, birds, and chipmunks tempted. Usually, they just wanted to see what was going on in the house, and then it was back outside again. If Basenjis worried about anything, they worried about missing out on the action. Gotta love his splayed toes.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Opening the gate was a big event, even if Kiko and Milla chose not to bolt. Basenjis loved to run, and resisting the urge to escape was an important goal of training. Nothing worked every time, and it was never a good idea to take Basenjis for granted. But the small blessings counted as well.