If you don’t know basenjis, they are a unique breed. A barkless hound imported to the U.S. in the 1920’s, they date back to the time of the Pharaohs. They are not for the faint of heart.
Savanna and I soon became locked in a battle of wills. I said she would potty outside; she decided that would only happen if the weather was acceptable, and if she was in the mood. I said the furniture was not a dog’s chew toy. She chose to differ. The funny thing about a basenji: they do not behave much like a dog. When scolded, Vanna did not cower, lower her ears and tail, or make a sad doggy face. She stared you in the eye. She was cocky and often walked away in the middle of being reprimanded. Sometimes I worried the neighbors could hear my demonic screeches when I accidentally left the window open during a dog vs. furious owner confrontation.
“Sometimes I worried the neighbors could hear my demonic screeches when I accidentally left the window open during a dog vs. furious owner confrontation.”
She was also a quiet, clean and graceful dog. She didn’t like to cuddle much, but she did love us in her haughty, silly, stubborn way. And we loved that tough little croissant-butt dog. I still miss my crazy basenji, she of the wall-eye and the bad attitude. I know she’s waiting for me, with all my other good dogs, on the other side.
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