Cleopatra is 7 years old now. Her job is to press against me to keep me grounded and get me out of dark areas with people. She'll start licking to help me when I start stimming and get shaky. If the depression is bad she comes and sits near me and cries. Some days I can go without her but others she stays near me and goes where I go.
Dogs in Elk
-
Someone just brought this up on another Basenji list I am on. I remember this from when it happened; this has got to be the funniest Basenji story that I have ever read!! Some of you, I know, have read it, but for those who haven't, follow along with following thread. I'm not sure who put up this vegetable version, but this is well worth the read!
http://alumni.media.mit.edu/~solan/dogsinelk/
-Joanne -
That is hilarious! I can picture it happening.
-
It truly is a very funny story!! Anne Verchick, the person were owned these dogs, used to be a BRAT member; I don't know where she is now.
This is a link that attests to the validity of the event: http://alumni.media.mit.edu/~solan/dogsinelk/validity.htm
-Joanne -
Oh God, I remember the first time I read this, way back in 1999, when this was a listserv. I printed it off, so I could show it to people. I have it saved and still laugh uncontrollably when I read it! Thank god there are no elk in Iowa. It's hard enough to wrestle a piece of pizza away from my two, let alone a carcass.
