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Jengo passed July, 2020. A few of my favorite pictures of him...

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A Basenji
After we lost our Jengo I began toying with the idea of rescuing another Basenji. I wasn't convinced I was ready, but I miss him, missed having a dog and wanted to just see what might be available. Kinda dip my toe in. I spoke with Karen at MedFly and she said she was winding things down, but that she hadn't had a call for rescue for quite some time. I started checking in with several other rescue sites regularly, but not much there either. This was bit concerning. Would there be one once I was ready? Maybe not. This drove me to reach out to a few breeders. Initially I didn't get any response despite more than one inquiry. But, eventually a few others either responded or gave me a referral. I began trading emails with one particular breeder. I won't mention the name until I have permission. Coordinating a time to meet took some time. I was really hoping to work with this breeder, so I decided to wait. Plus, articulating what I was looking for was awkward. I didn't know. A puppy, a mature dog, or a dog needing to retire? Yes, yes, and yes. Male or female? Yes, that would be nice. Chestnut, Tri, Brindle, or black? Sure, I'd take one of those. I'd heard that breeders had lengthy reservation lists, so I was prepared to wait a year or two, and I was in no position to make any demands. Was just looking for a nose. I did make a few other contacts as backup, but was honest with them that I was speaking with this particular breeder and wanted to see where those discussions might lead before moving forward with them.

Well, after several more weeks, emails, and waiting; the stars finally aligned and we were invited to meet the breeder and the Basenjis. We drove down last Friday and were able to visit with the breeder Saturday, Sunday, Monday and again on Tuesday. We got to know one another and all the dogs!

A Volcano
Several years ago my wife, son and I visited the Big Island in Hawaii. One of the things my son and I wanted to do was see real lava. We drove to Hawaii Volcanoes National Park and found our way to the Jagger Museum at the edge of the Kilauea Caldera. Way off in the distance, about 6 to 10 miles away, in the far back left corner of the caldera was a pit. We could occasionally make out a bit of boiling lava as the steam cleared every few minutes. A binocular really made it easier to see. It was still breath taking, but my son said "Dad, I can't really see the lava that good. Is this as close as we can get?" Didn't need to ask me twice. I was thinking the same thing. I asked the Rangers if there was anything happening elsewhere on the island where we might be able to get a bit closer and was informed that we needed to go to the Leilani Estates area along highway 137. We headed there, got parked, and walked to the observation area. We could catch glimpses of lava oozing through the trees about a quarter mile away. It was about dusk, so the red aura lighting up the sky above the lava field was impressive. But, once again my son said "Dad, I can't really see the lava that good. Is this as close as we can get?" Didn't need to ask me twice. We'd passed a few popup canopies between the parking and observation areas. They were offering close up lava tours on private land. So, we walked back there and asked how close to the lava we might be able to get. They assured us that it would be close. Really close. Okay. When our group was called up we followed the guide to a property about a quarter mile up a side road. Once there we were given some history, science and rules. Then we were led to a split rail fence at the back of the property where we were told to grab a stick. I asked, "Do we need a stick if we feel comfortable hiking the lava field without one? The guide responded, "No, but what are you going to poke the lava with, your finger?" 😱 We all grabbed one and were led across the lava field to an active area with flowing steaming lava where we began probing it with the sticks. There we were standing in what had become the blackness of night, the lava lighting our way and 360 degrees all around us were dark clouds occasionally erupting in lightening strikes. This was the most primordial thing I'd ever done. So, by now you're asking yourself, "Great story, Monkey, but what the heck does this possibly have to with a dog gone Basenji?" Hang on, gimme a minute, I'm gettin' there. In life, there are things that make an indelible impression on us. Things we look back on like it was yesterday and say to ourselves, "I am SO fortunate to have experienced that."

A Clown Car
Getting to the breeder's house was one of those indelible moments... that will live in my mind forever. We pulled up on the driveway and called. We were met and invited through a gate into a side yard where we encountered another gate. I could hear all kinds of Basenji noises coming from behind the gate. My excitement and eyes grew in anticipation. Now this next part is no big deal for breeders cause you've seen this everyday for decades, but for me... I've never seen this. Always wanted to and this was finally... my moment. The gate was opened and all of the sudden here comes a pack of yacking Basenjis climbing over top of one another and spilling through the gate like a parade of clowns exiting a Volkswagen. It was adorable and hilarious at the same time. There were a few standing on their hind legs with necks and noses outstretched as if to ask, "Do I know you?" It was glorious! We'd parked the RV at a park not far, so it was easy to visit while we were there. Each of the next four days we were met with the same basenji clown car gag. It never gets old. We were treated with oodles of affection, a bit of trepidation, lots of excitement and a dash of puppy breath. This story isn't over yet. It's another adventure that will unfold over time and it's fun not knowing where this trail will lead. I'm pretty confident that we're going to be able to become monkeys for another Basenji at some point. This was truly THE best weekend 2020 has offered me this year.

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Hi, My name is Greg. I joined last year, but haven't posted until now. I initially came to the site after my rescue Basenji, Jengo had a nasty nasty stroke followed by a nightmarish seizure. I was looking for guidance about Basenjis and stroke recovery, and information about seizures in Basenjis. The health section was pretty informative. I was also successful in connecting with Pat Fragassi, who was extremely supportive. Something that I'll never forget. Thank you, Pat.

Jengo ended up in ICU for 5 days, but we saved him. Although, we had to teach Jengo how to walk again we were elated to have our little man back in the house. It didn't feel like a home without him. The following months were filled with triumphs and set backs. We celebrated the triumphs, and just... regrouped and started over following the setbacks. In a way, the setbacks were triumphs because we still had Jengo. As time went on... as hard as we tried... we could see Jengo slipping away. Kidney issues with the anti seizure meds, blindness from the stroke, eyesight failing in his other eye. Loosing muscle mass even though we walked him two and three times a day. Very heartbreaking.

I had to carry him home several times after we'd walked a little too far and it exhausted him. Sometimes just to the end of the park in front of our house. I had to carry him outside to do his business. Often at 12, 2, 4, and 6 am. Frustrating, but we still had him. Sometimes we'd spoon feed him if he was having a bad day. I suppose... as I look back maybe it was selfish of us to let him live that way. I don't know. But, if given the chance again, I don't think I'd do it any differently. I loved that little dog so much.

We lost Jengo early in July. I don't think I can express the grief we felt when he died. I've had dogs my entire life. I've sat with with some of my favorite dogs and cats while they were euthanized. This one was different. Although he was never the same following the stroke, we all fought hard for him. He fought hard. We left California in our RV almost immediately. It was much too painful to be in the house without Jengo. We headed for Colorado to spend some time with my parents, who are in their 80's. It helped keep our minds off of losing Jengo, but not completely. I wake up several mornings a week dreaming of Jenga Jeng. Still do.

Boy he was a fun entertaining little Basenge, as we called him. He had a plethora a pet names. He demanded attention. Maybe required it is a better description, but we adored that dog. He'd climb up on window sills, onto set tables, sleep in the bed, not on it. He destroyed a pillow one day when we ignored him. he could surgically remove tags from pillows and clothing without any damage to article itself if that suited him. He destroyed window blinds and curtains he couldn't see through. He chewed through anything leather if you left it on the floor. We never hit him. Never yelled at him. It took him a while because we're dense, but Jengo was eventually very successful in training us, his monkeys, how to service and please a Basenji. He went everywhere with us in the RV. I'd bet he's seen more of the Western United States that most people.

We were lucky enough to get Jengo from Karen and Chuck at Medfly when he was about 4 to 6 years old. We were even luckier to share a home with him for 8 years. I say "share a home" and not "share our home" because it was his home as much as it was ours. His presents made it home. Weird year 2020.

Don't think I'll ever have another breed after Jengo. I hope to have another Basenji some day...

Greg

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I really appreciate everyone's thoughts and for allowing me to share Jengo with you. It means a lot. The pillow deconstruction was funny. We were laughing so hard when we found that mess. We played with him in the mess for awhile afterwards. He never did that again though.

We're not sure how old he was... exactly. We got him from a Basenji rescue after he'd spent weeks in an Irvine, CA animal shelter recovering from some vicious bite wounds. There was conjecture that he might have been a bait dog for dog fighting. Someone had left him tied to the shelter gate one morning with bloody open gashes. After weeks of recovery the shelter labeled him "Unadoptable", but reached out to Karen at Medfly. Karen canceled our appointment to meet with her to go fetch Jengo, who was named Lester by the shelter. However, we met later that same day and fell in love with Jengo. Had to have him. The shelter estimated his age at the time to be about 4. As soon as we got him home I took him to our vet for a once over. He estimated Jengo's age closer to 6. So, he must have been between 12 and 14 when he died. I get that that's a good long life for any dog, but only 8 years for us. Not nearly long enough.

Anyway, back to happier thoughts... Here's another favorite picture. Jengo LOVED long walks, but he hated being cold. This was one drizzly winter day...

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Shortly after we first brought him home, my son and I learned that Basenjis could sing, or yodel. We'd watched some youtube videos. We wondered if ours might. My son was taking piano lessons at the time, so we gave it a shot. So glad I made this video...

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I may have to rethink my use of crates if and when we get a new doggie. I didn’t crate Jengo because it just made him absolutely miserable. We imagined him crated at the pound for weeks enduring a cacophony of barking dogs and going nuts. Treats didn’t matter, bedding didn’t matter, encouragement didn’t matter. Nothing we tried worked. My vet also noticed he hated crates and would allow him to freely wonder with the vet techs unless he was recovering from anesthesia following a dental. I wish he liked a crate. Would have made our life a bit easier occasionally. But, we just could not bring ourselves to do it. It really did seem like punishment. I don’t fault people at all for using a crate. It just didn’t work for us.

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@donc said in Remembering Jengo...:

Both a touching story and video. Yes he definitely liked to sing! Also amazing at how easily and daintily he jumped on the window ledge. Basenjis have a good idea of where their feet are. I tell people that they never break anything in the house ... unless they intend to.

Funny story. One day we were having family over later for dinner. I'm thinking it must have been Thanksgiving because we were using the formal dining room and had the table extended to it's full length. It was fully set with table cloth and placemats; diner, bread and salad plates; napkins and flatware; water and wine glasses; water and wine decanters; and candles, etc. We're in the kitchen transferring food to serving plates to carry in, look through the doorway into the dining room and stop... dead in our tracks. It was another deep inhale chin drop basenji moment. we'd left a chair pulled out and Jengo had used it to climb up onto the table to see what all the mayhem was about. There he was standing in the middle of a crowded fully set formal dining table gently meandering his way through while inspecting everything. I started laughing. It's something I just love about basenjis. They are incredibly elegant, and Jengo was truly gentle. But, he had this farel side to him. He just did what he wanted. We got so much entertainment from him.

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Medfly is slowing down now. I speak with Karen and Chuck fairly frequently. They’ve become like extended family to us. Basenjis in need of rescue near them have become extremely rare.

It’s a drive, but also keep your eye on Colorado Basenji Rescue.

EDIT: I just spoke with Karen at Medfy aka BasenjiRescue.com and they have retired from rescue. They're getting older, they're faced with issues of getting older, and the work has become too much. She's asked me to pass that on to all of you here.

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I'm no Basenji expert since I've only had one. And, I don't want to start a dog park argument. I'll just share my experience.

Jengo LOVED running free, but he's a Basenji. Can't do that cause... cars. The dog park near our house is HUGE. A big completely enclosed lawn area the size of a football field with towering oak trees. We were OCD about keeping Jengo's vaccinations up to date. He was chipped and wore a collar with contact and rabies tags 24/7. He loved the dog park, but not all the dogs there. He hated any dog of any size that would try to dominate him in any way. He rarely instigated it, but he never tolerated it meaning regardless of size... he wouldn't back down. He also hated if another dog approached him from behind and would snap immediately.

My solution was to stay near him and to keep moving. We would walk laps around the perimeter and by about the second or third lap he'd been or had checked out all the other dogs. Then things were good. If I saw that he was getting anxious I'd usually catch it before he reacted and would tell him "Easy". 9 times out 10 that was enough. I'd also make sure that he was aware of dogs in our vicinity so that he wouldn't be surprised if they came from behind. We went to the park for years. He never caught anything that I was aware of. I did pick him up and leave if there was another dog he and/or I weren't comfortable with. And, I also recall walking away before ever entering the park if there was a dog we didn't like already there.

I guess my point is that part of protecting your dog and others is knowing and focusing on them without over-reacting at the same time. I don't want to set him off. But, I want to know what he's going to do before he does. You have to read him. All dogs give signals one way or another. Tune in to your dog, not the other people at the park. I liked the other people at the park, but I wasn't there for them. My focus was always on Jengo.

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I'm kinda embarrassed to admit this, but Jenga Jeng had a favorite smell that he loved to rub in too. Coyote poop. It was like an aphrodisiac to him. He'd find it on the trail, his eyes would light up and he'd just burry a shoulder in it. And, I mean fast too. It became a contest between us after awhile to see was gonna be asleep at the wheel once we stumbled on it. He had a lot a ✔ marks in the win column.

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Hope I'm not overwhelming you folks. I'm working on putting together an album and a shadow box for Jengo and I keep running across more memories...

This is a picture of Jengo sitting AT the table inside the Cypress Inn in Carmel, CA. Doris Day owned the Inn and loved dogs, so her policy was... bring 'em in the Inn. Who knew? So we get seated for lunch on day and put Jengo on the floor next to me. He balked and jumped right up onto the chair next to me just as the waiter walked by. I apologized profusely while reaching to put him back on the floor. Waiter said "No, leave him. He's welcome to sit at the table." OMG! 😱 So... there he sat. We ordered him a hamburger sans lettuce, cheese, tomato and bun...

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This is the day the rescue returned from the animal shelter with Jengo and the day we chose chose each other. We headed home with him the following morning...

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Seems he settled in with us...

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Ok, a few more... I refer to us as Jengo's Monkeys because we were the opposable thumbs he was missing, but he figured that out fast and began our training immediately. "Hey monkey, open the door." "Hey monkey, take me for a walk." "Hey monkey, get me a snack." Lesson one happened on our way home with him in the RV. Karen and Chuck had driven him North to their home the previous day and said he traveled well in the crate. Perfect. He had something different in mind during our drive home. He whined and cried almost immediately, then he peed all over the inside of the crate and paced through it. No problem. Slight accident. We pulled over, pulled him out, cleaned him and the crate, replaced the newspaper, then put him back in and hit the road again. Not long after... he did it again. Then again. And again. We finally got the message and just let him hang with us. Whining and peeing stopped. This is my son sitting with Jengo at the crate during the the ride home...

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When we arrived home I carried him to the backyard to do his thing. He ran around a bit exploring the new space as we watched. Then he walked over to a chair, jumped in it and curled up in a ball. It's almost as if he knew he was in his place... outside. Wait, what? You can't sleep out here. He slept in the crate in the house for that first night because boy did he stink! The next morning we took him to the dog wash. Several scrubbings late he smelled so much better. Still took almost a year to get his coat soft and shiny again and for the fur to grow over the wounds that had been shaved. While he lived with us he NEVER slept outside. Always in the house and more often than not... on or in the bed. A boy and his dog...

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Karen warned us about Basenjis and cars. Fatal mix. Still Jengo just loved running free. It fed his soul. You could see it in his demeanor and eyes immediately. We were really careful about where we unhooked him. This has to be one of my absolute favorite pictures of him. It illustrates joy like no other...

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and one more...

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Behind our neighborhood is a county park with long bike/hike/horse trails. We use to walk Jengo there pretty much daily unless it was pouring rain, flooded, or blistering hot. There were flocks of turkey that inhabited there. Jengo loved finding feathers. He'd pick them up and carry them home without destroying them...

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@donc said in Soon to be Basenji mama! Playpen advice.:

... We had a pup who I caught climbing a gate to get out of the kitchen. Since we wanted to discourage climbing, I gave her a squirt from a water bottle (fate worse than death), told her "no", and then picked her up and put her back in the kitchen. She looked at me, went over to a cardboard box she was using as a toy (boxes make great toys), pushed it over to the gate, jumped on top of it, jumped over the gate, and then gave me a rather questioning look, as if to say "How about this?". I was laughing so hard it was all I could do to pick her up and put her back in the kitchen. ...

That's awesome! 🤣

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Jengo - Why that name?

On the day we met Jengo his name had been given to him by the Irvine Animal Shelter, god love them, the work they put into him, and most of all for contacting Karen and Chuck, but the name they gave him was... Lester. Didn't work. Didn't like it. Hated it. Wasn't gonna keep it. Karen always assigned her new rescue pups a letter designation and was up to the letter V. My son and I were and still are HUGE Star Wars fans, so of course we toyed with Vader. But, Vader was a villain; Jengo wasn't. After we'd chosen him, the three of us headed back to the RV Park near Karen and Chuck's ranch. My wife then started Googling Basenji to learn about history. She traced the breed to Egypt, then later to the Congo where most of the US stock had been imported. Then she looked up the predominant languages in the Congo. French and four other languages, including Swahili. French didn't work cause... Poodle. Swahili seemed cool. So, she dove in looking at Swahili words and stumbled upon... Jengo. The definition she found said that it meant "addition" as in an addition to a home or a building. We LOVED that! This dog would be an addition to our family. Perfect. Later on, when we went to look it up again, we couldn't find that same "addition" definition. That was ok. We know what we meant when we chose it, that Jengo was an addition to our family. He helped build our family. Here's a pic of Jengo laying on the floor in a sunny spot. He was a heat seeker. You can see the shaved areas around the wounds that had been stitched up and were still healing...

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Jengo - The RV Dog
So, Jengo rode home in the RV and he continued to travel with us in the RV whenever and where ever we went. He ALWAYS went with us in the RV. It was funny because at some point, very early on, he figured out the RV meant... It was time to go and we're leaving for another adventure. He was a laid back doggie most of the time... until the RV showed up in the driveway. Once he saw it through the front window he'd get wound up and follow us everywhere through the house paying special attention to both the front and garage doors. He made it abundantly clear that HE was going and we better not forget him. We never did. He was a great traveler and fellow adventurer. Here are a few pics of RV life...

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Jengo- The Adventure Dog

Jengo's travel are pretty dang far and wide for a Basenji. And, he liked to travel. He's been all over California, parts of Oregon, Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado, Utah and Nevada. He was good hiker, but loved to get home to his RV and snuggle up once the day was done. Here are a few pics of his adventures...

Redwood Dog
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I love this one!

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Snow Dog
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Alpaca Dog...
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California Sierra Granite Boulder Rock Hopping Dog
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Pinecrest Lake Dog (We were married there and Joe's been there dang near every year since he was born)
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Grand Canyon Dog
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Arizona Petrified Forest Dog... in December
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Jengo - The Camp Dog...
Jengo was a great camper. He'd sleep anywhere once he was tuckered out. I liked that he'd sleep in the dirt. He was a real dog and didn't care. And we didn't either. We'd let him back into the RV at the end of the day with all the dirt, bugs and all other manner of nature's gifts to conk out and sleep. We'd just wash everything once we got home.
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So I have gotten permission to mention the breeder and post pictures of our Basenji weekend. Her name is Stella Scapios, but I forgot to ask her kennel name. She was an incredibly generous host, but more importantly... the more time we spent with her, the more we got to know her, the more we really like her. I wish she lived closer to us. I'd love to spend more time with her. Stella is passionate about Basenjis.

She's been a breeder for more that 35 years if I'm remembering correctly. She's fiercely proud of her pack as she should be. They were a pack of beautiful girls, one handsome boy and a couple of pups. It was fun getting to know Zayna, Ziggy, Logan, Sparkle, Mazy and the two pups: one male and one female. They ranged in age from 6 years to 6 weeks. All had distinct personalities including the pups. I really enjoyed sitting on the ground and having several Basenjis climbing on me, rubbing on me and demanding pets from me all at the same time. Holding a pup up to my nose and having him bite it like it was his last meal. Loved it. Oh, and I forgot to mention Biz. Biz is a big Rhodesian Ridgeback... because who doesn't need one of those? Biz got lots of pets and attention too.

We learned a lot about Basenjis from Stella. She didn't say this at all, so I don't want anyone thinking I'm throwing her under the bus. I think based on current judging standards Jengo was too tall, too big, legs too long, ears too big, chest too wide, nose too pointy, head not wide enough, and his tail came out of the wrong dang spot. It's a good thing I'm not a breeder though because to me... he was perfect and I'd breed so every single one looked just like him. I never knew that if you nueter a dog too early that their legs can grow unusually long. Serious and passionate breeders really do have a lot to pay attention to. And it takes a tremendous amount of time and effort to create a Champion line. I tip my hat to all the ethical serious passionate breeders. A sincere... thank you.

All of Stella's girls are coming into season. Logan is going nuts and will no doubt be in the way. His momma is Zayna, so as a human monkey I'm thinkin' that's not gonna work. I don't know anything about Basenji breeding. Nothing. Anyway, Stella mentioned that she might be moving Logan off site for a bit till breeding and season's were ended. We offered to take him and return him once breeding season was over. She said ok.

Logan is an almost 2 year old Champion male, and if I recall correctly a few point shy of being a Grand Champion. I'm thinking that is a pretty big deal. To me he's a Ferrari dog. We get to borrow a Ferrari dog. He's a love bug. @DonC He's crate trained and rode home with no issues whatsoever. Yes, crate training is a really cool thing. It's really fun having a Basenji back in the house. My son has responded really well to Logan. I can't thank Stella enough for trusting us to care for Logan, and for affording us the opportunity to experience what another dog might feel like. So many emotions. Logan and I have bonded well. But, I think I would have bonded with any of Stella's dogs.

Cause you all wanna see puppies... Ferocious needle dagger growing destroyer of all your best stuff.
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This is Zayna and Ziggy behind her. Zayna is the Grand Dam. A gorgeous Tri and Logan's momma. I didn't get a better picture of Ziggy, which I now regret.
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Boy puppy... cause... we need more puppy pictures!
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Pretty sure this is Sparkle. She's almost 2 and the absolute sweetest most people friendly Basenji I've ever met. As a pet person she's exactly the kind of temperament I'd want. I have dibs on her when she retires. I just love how much all of Stella's pups love people.
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This is the girl pup. It was hard to get a good picture because she was always attached to my shoe. I cleaned my shoes before each visit really good before we arrived and again when I got out of the car. Her puppy breath was priceless.
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Pretty sure this is Maizie, a perfect little 10 month old in your face bratty adolescent. She was in everyone's business as she should be. Thank goodness she didn't have a cell phone.
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Rated R - A Basenji eating a monkey
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Stella has the best life. Look at that. How is that not the coolest thing?
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And finally, Logan. Our borrowed Ferrari dog back at our house having an adventure while separated from his girl pack. We're keeping him busy while adhering to a strict show dog diet... well... mostly.
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@elbrant Pips are the brown eyebrow spots just above the eyes on a tri. At least I think they're only found on a tri.

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I feel a bit disingenuous waiting till now to post... after Jengo had passed. Thinking about why that is... after Jengo's stroke when I discovered the this site I was looking for insight into Basenji health and treatment issues. I suppose I could have participated and detailed Jengo's journey, but I was too focused on his recovery and having him back in the house.

So why now? There's still this huge hole that's left. He required so much attention and care, and now... nothing. He's just gone. I suppose I was just looking for a place to grieve and remember him. That and I just got his paw print back back. I could see the finely detailed ridges in his pads. Anyway, thanks for letting me blather on.

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Many more here have much more expertise than me, but I'll share what I do know. As elbrant stated your little girl will be bounding over it in no time.

Also, my basenji hated being separated from his pack and would become unhappy and destructive when sequestered. If I put him in the backyard by himself, he would jump up on the cooler and scratch at the kitchen window destroying the window screen in the process. Guess how I learned about dog resistant screens? If I put him in a room by himself he would whine and scratch at the door and worse. But, sometimes sequestering him was absolutely necessary. So what worked best for us was to put him in a room as far from the commotion as possible; feed him some treats and spend a few minutes to settle him down; then push a chair or ottoman close to a window sill, but make certain to open the curtains or blinds so he/she can clearly see to the outside. If you don't open them your basenji will eat your house.

I imagine a puppy will be a fair bit more of a challenge in terms of both patience and property. Keep your sense of humor handy and be ready to pivot quickly. In other words, be ready to implement multiple solutions one after another until your basenji trains you which is the correct one.

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A few observations about Logan's temperament... I've noticed Logan is very well mannered. He seems to always look for permission. He won't enter the house until I do so first. He always looks to me before entering a room as if to ask "Is it ok?" Maybe from being with his Momma for two years?

I find him really easy to walk too. Easy to correct the direction we're going without a big fuss on his part. And, he's figured out where the house is that he's staying. He can lead us right there. Smart little guy. And, he's a talker. While I haven't heard a baroo yet he definitely let's us know that he's all in for a meal or a walk. 😁

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@Zande I spent some time yesterday exploring your pedigrees at www.pedigrees.zandebasenjis.com. That was really interesting to be able to do that. We knew nothing about Jengo's lineage or past when we got him. WE had no idea at all how he spent any of his time prior to us taking him. We were always curious if someone loved him and he escaped? Was he abandoned? Was he passed from place to place? Who bred him and how did he grow up?

Flip to Logan and we get to know everything. We now know his lineage going back generations. My son thought that was amazing, that people keep track of that. His comment was "That's a lot of dogs!" I know where and how he was raised. Who he was raised by and with. In his case he comes from a wonderful home with lots of playmates.

It's also kinda neat that the pedigrees let me see the different kennels that are cooperating with one another to improve their lines. I could see relationships that easily stretch back a several decades. The pictures just bring everything to life too. I still don't know what some of the red TLAs (Three Letter Acronyms) are in some of the titles, but I'm assuming they must reference achievement awards like Champion, etc?

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