When Jibini was young; 1-2 years old, he and I lived in the same house with my Mom for a while.
Mom is not a Basenji person. Mom likes fluffy mop-dogs. And cats. Mom wasn't entirely sure what to make of the adolescent-puppy, obnoxious little spawn of Satan that had just invaded her house and was now standing on the couch "leaning" on her. "Why doesn't he sit in my lap like a regular dog?" she'd ask. She did not take kindly to having her underwear stolen. Or finding the bathroom trash can empty and tiny little balls of wet paper all over the floor.
However, despite her lukewarm feelings towards him, she'd watch him out in the yard or see him trotting across the living room….and she'd say, "Wow, he just looks so....REGAL!" Or, "He behaves like he's in a dog show all the time." His presence and appearance even captivated my MOM.
And for what it's worth, now that Jibini has matured past his undies-stealing escapades, she actually- in her own words- really, REALLY likes him.