This must be a basenji pre-requisite? Kipawa gives me an ear lick before he buries his snoot in my hair.
So far I have seen that shots do not slow a basenji down. The vet is a fun place, the car ride home more fun and then it's time to get back to business, which is being a basenji. Kipawa has on all three occasions (getting shots) gotten a small bump at the inoculation site. Has that happened to Cricket? I find that they go away in about 3 weeks, with some gentle massaging.
From what I can see with Kipawa, he is very respectful of wheelchairs and older people. I wonder if basenjis can sense the special qualities of these people.
Vacines have never slowed down either Ozzy or Aaliyah (the youngest), but both Brando and Ruby are knocked out after - and usually have room clearing gas. :eek:
Regarding them being respectful of older or wheelchair bound people. When I took care of my elderly father, at the time I had Ruby, Brando and puppy Aaliyah.
Aaliyah would jump up in my father's lap to completely wash his face (and he would laugh at her because it tickled). Also he would be sitting watching television and his cane would be on the floor beside him and all of a sudden you would see his can start to disappear and Aaliyah would be tugging on it and then drag it around the room. She had zero sense that he was unsteady on his feet and was completely oblivious to his age it seemed. When my father would dream at night, you would hear him laughing and you knew he was dreaming of Aaliyah licking his face as it was exactly the same sort of laughter.
Brando is a wise a$$ and somewhat a bull in a china closet. He was rough with my father and consequently my father was a little afraid of him when Brando was in a playful mood. He'd tug on his shirt and pull on his pant leg - all the time his tail wagging happily - thinking he was being funny. Needless to say, we supervised Brando closely once we got the first inkling that was how he would behave.
Ruby…she was my father's angel dog. She was extremely in tune to my father. If she was running around in the house and my father got up out of his chair to move, she would sit and let him pass and wouldn't resume running until he was seated. If she was running around and he opened his medicine bottles to take meds, she would run to his side, sit until he had taken his medicine and once he was done, she would be on her way - that was her job, comfort while he was taking medicine. She would sit by his side to be petted by him. The day my father was taken into the hospital before he passed, my father was in bed and Ruby was running by his room and she became desperate to go in and see him (never had done that before). She would not leave the door to the room (door was open, but a baby gate was blocking it so no dogs could go in), she cried until we let her in. Once we brought her in the room she put her front paws up on the bed and stood there to see him. Ruby definitely was in a funk for a while after my father passed.