While you are browsing through the pedigrees (which have taken me since 1984 to accumulate (!) have a read too of the explanations.
WOW! 36 years is a dog gone good long time. Are Basenji pedigrees cataloged anywhere else? If not, that's quite a service to the community.
There is a key to all these if you scroll down on the 'search page'. Health testing is done is several countries - most people around the globe use OFA in USA but DNA testing is also done in Australia by Orivet and in Russia by Zoogen. I make no distinction - clear is clear in any language.
There was a new member who joined recently from Australia. I just love that the more I've learned the more I've learned how loved they are world wide. Living in a town with mostly Pit Bulls, Chihuahuas, Labradors and Labradoodles I was wondering a bit. Not that those are bad. Just not my thing.
Titles can be achieved for conformation, coursing, Obedience, Agility, doing tricks, hunting rats - all manner of activities.
The achievements were cool to look up. Lot's of activities I never thought would be as organized as they seem to be.
But I'm glad you are having fun with it and only wish I could include many of the pet dogs which belong on this Forum. But, strangely, parentage doesn't seem important. . .
My wife and I have always been curious about Jengo's background. Not that it would have made a bit difference to us. But, we don't have a kennel name or his pedigree name IF he even had one. Funny thing... Animal shelter named him Lester, Karen/Medfly named him V, and we named him Jengo. But, my son had a friend who's name was Max. Anytime Jengo heard the name Max, he would immediately stop, alert and look straight to whoever said it. Maybe? There're 60 Max's in your database. I'd have to narrow it down to about a two or three birth year period and see was left... and , I'd still never know for certain.
Searching through our loaner dog, Logan's is pretty cool. I don't have it completely figured out yet, but I think I'm beginning to see who Astarte's stars were. I'm thinking Odette and Juliette for certain.
@helle-devi The genetics part of it is tough. And, it seems the more we've learned, the more complicated it seems to have gotten. I told Stella about remembering my Mom; her friends Joan and Bobbie; and their geneticist friend Bob, from UC Davis all pouring through pedigrees. This was way before computers, so it was all paper. Bob had them looking for and highlighting any dogs that had collie eye, which was the problem in Shelties they were trying to solve back then. They were looking for links to individuals and lines. Quite mind numbing. Mom said they learned it showed mostly in Blue Merles, which of course was the color I wanted the most. She refused to breed them. So of course... when I got my bachelor dog, an Aussie/Border Colie mix... he was a Blue Merle. I promptly flew he and I to Colorado so I could show him off to Mom. Show her that I finally had a Blue. She told me on the spot that Sheltie Blues were fine now and the next two she got were both Blues. Infuriating!
Seems to me that it makes sense to team up with other breeders. How can anyone know everything?
This is something else I found really fascinating. sometime back, my wife picked up a book from the library that had been withdrawn from their collection: Ford, Elspet – The Complete Basenji / Elspet Ford ISBN 0-87605-016-X
Chapter 10: Breeding Basenjis had a pretty neat paragraph about color combinations. Hopefully Mr. Ford is ok with me sharing the snippet since I’ve given him credit…
“When Breeding for Colour:
RED TO RED will produce an all red litter, unless both animals carry the recessive tricolour gene, in which case one or more tricolour puppies may result. A tricolour in a litter from a red to red mating may come as a complete surprise to a breeder, especially if, on examination of the pedigrees, the only tricolour ancestors are seven or eight generations back.
RED TO TRICOLOUR will result in all reds unless the red parent carries the tri gene as above. A percentage of the resulting red puppies will carry the tri gene.
BLACK TO RED will give reds, blacks, and again, tricolours may appear if the recessive gene is carried by both parents. Black is a dominant colour and must be present in one parent to ensure black progeny. It is also possible that this mating could result in no black offspring.
BLACK TO TRICLOUR will probably result in all three colours again, depending on the genee carried by the black parent.
BLACK TO BLACK – it is possible that this will again result in all three colours, depending on the color of the parents’ ancestors.
TRICLOLOUR TO TRICOLOUR – the puppies are always tricolour. Recessive blacks can turn up in any litter where both parents carry that particular gene.
BRINDLE is a dominant colour and must be present in one parent, but again, it is possible that a brindle will not be produced in the resulting litter. As the Brindle colour is only present in the United States at the moment, the full potential for the colour has still to be investigated and assessed.”
Again, just fascinating. It made me think of two things right away: how important it is to have a picture in the pedigree, and Stella's (Astarte) use of "With Pips" in her names. I'm guessing that anytime I see "With Pips" in a name, I know that dog is a Tri?
The other thing I didn't know was that Brindles are specific to the the US? I thought for sure I'd seen pictures of Brindles in Africa. I'll have to do some hunting.
@helle-devi THAT is really helpful! Thanks for that. I was only familiar with a few of those TLAs. When I was a kid my Mom and Dad were Sheltie (Shetland Sheepdog) breeders. I went to shows and training with them, but was much more interested in just playing with them and the pups. Mom focused on confirmation and Dad focused on obedience. The kennel name was Appin, which was the name of a coastal district in Scotland. Anyway, we had this one dog that we all adored. Her name was Bonnie. She was mostly Dad's dog so she was obedience trained, She had CD, CDL, and UD awards.
So the other TLAs that aren't on the AKC list like CRd, PRA -N, PRA- Cr, CLd seem to be disease testing related?
We received this letter this past Saturday from University of California Davis School of Veterinary Medicine. Completely unexpected.
That was really special. Also, got around to painting his paw print...
I'm still toying with making a Shadow Box memorial for him. This is the one I made for my last dog...
@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?
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.
@Jagali, It's fun to see that love for Basenji's has spread across the planet. You're gonna have fun watching your Basenjis wrestle.
This is a really good forum. It may have been a bit more active in years past from what I can tell, but spend some time combing through the sub-forums. There's a ton of great threads and posts pertaining to just about anything Basenji. I've learned much about diet and training that I didn't previously know.
I look forward to seeing pics of your pups! if you continue to have a hard time uploading them, holler and I'll try to help!
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.
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.
Boy puppy... cause... we need more puppy pictures!
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.
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.
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.
Rated R - A Basenji eating a monkey
Stella has the best life. Look at that. How is that not the coolest thing?
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.
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!
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.
Jengo refused to poop in his own back yard. Would rather hold it than go there. Instead he’d stare us down for however long it took to get a walk. Most times it wasn’t long because we were already getting ready to go, “Hold on. Gimme a minute.” Never had a dog that refused to poop on his own turf before.
He was also picky about where he’d go even during walks, but he’d eventually always find a spot. There were days when for one reason or another it wasn’t possible to get an afternoon walk in. Pre stroke he never had accidents in the house either. The next morning he’d usually go at least twice though. He was just stubborn that way, but it didn’t seem to be a frequent problem.
What is “Matching.” I’ve not heard of that term.
A quick google search yielded this site: www.eurobreeders.com. Search breeds, then B, then look for Basenji. There where many breeders that popped up including a couple in Italy, which isn’t too far I suppose. I have no idea about Basenji breeding in Europe though. Do your homework.
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.
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...
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...
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...
I love this one!
California Sierra Granite Boulder Rock Hopping Dog
Pinecrest Lake Dog (We were married there and Joe's been there dang near every year since he was born)
Grand Canyon Dog
Arizona Petrified Forest Dog... in December
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.
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.
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.