Mine have a subtle tail wag but their butts are wiggling so much its hard to tell
Wet grass is really "Sulphuric Acid"
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Makes you wonder what the Basenji's in the African villages do when it's the rainy season over there.
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I think they're just happy not to be on the "menu":D
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…the looks that just says ... "you suck."
The "menu" comment is funny, but the above quote is my personal favorite!
LMAO while reading both! -
I can't quite figure Alani out. This morning it was raining and she went out just fine and peed in the grass and went back inside. It was very odd considering the last time it rained she wouldn't step foot outside for three days.
at night she won't go out in the yard by herself she prefers to pee on the deck but if missy goes abby will too. Too funny they are!
Alani is afraid of the dark as well…it's funny.
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We got caught in a thunderstorm at the park one day and Abbey started jumping up and down like she'd stepped into a hot frying pan. It was bizarre. I had to pick her up and carry her home. She draped her whole self over my shoulder trying to stick her head down the back of my shirt to keep her ears dry. She dug her hind paws into the waist band of my jeans to hold on. Thought my pants were going to fall down! I had to haul her 2 blocks home like that. Anybody ever try to carry 22 lbs. of terrified basenji 2 blocks in a drenching rain with lightning bolts all around? I don't recommend it.
LOL This is quite a visual. And the pain of those nails digging in at the hi and low ends of your body just to hang on and bury ears. They act like they're fearless, and yet be so chicken! -
Magnum doesn't really have a problem with wet surfaces or rain, unless it's really pouring. Not that he wants to stay out there long, mind you.
Lenora's story reminded me of a very cold (-3 degrees F, with the windchill way colder than that) day this past winter. I put Magnum's boots on for our morning walk as usual. As usual, he had them kicked off about half-way through the mile walk (with me gathering them up as they came off). Once they were all off (with Magnum grinning from ear to ear, "Got'em off again, Mom! This is a fun game!"), he very quickly started lifting one paw after the other off the cold, frozen ground for a few seconds at a time. Finally, he plopped down in the middle of the dirt road, all four paws tucked beneath him and refused to get up. I had to carry him (all 27 pounds) back to the house a 1/2-mile away. He just wouldn't let me put those boots back on! As he was tucked up in the middle of the road, he looked at me and seemed to say, "I am not moving one INCH! You can't make me! You are tryin' my patience! First you put those sillly boots on my that I gotta get off and now THIS!"
