“A gift exchange? Or pick a peck of wild peccaries.”
Now you might think being barkless would make a basenji useless as a watchdog. Not true. Surprisingly they make good watchdogs, as long as their owners pay close attention to what they are saying in their unique, silent way.
Friday evening as I was working on the computer Feigh, kept coming over and biting my pant leg and saying “Rawr, rawr”. I paid her little mind, as this behavior is nothing new, especially when she feels attention should be focused more on her and less on work – which is 95% of the time. I knew if I ignored her long enough she would eventually settle down.
A short time later I went to the kitchen for a glass of water when Tre ran to the back door leading to the garage and began some serious snorting and snuffling. At 12 years of age Tre is not one to waste energy on random floor rummaging so I was immediately alerted to a possible garage intruder. I quickly snatched up my ‘poking stick’ and called out to Rand, “Hold the dogs”.
“What’s a poking stick?” you ask. It’s nothing more than a 3-foot high, ½-inch round PVC pipe that is capped on one end. The other end is also capped but has a 4-inch blunt end screw attached to it. Its original purpose is to be set into the ground so that the pipe becomes free standing. I then use the pole as a visual marker in which to send the dogs away from me when training for obedience. When off duty the pipe becomes my ‘poking stick’, a trusted friend and protector against the likes of wild and mighty javelina.
With stick in hand, I cautiously probe through a small crack I’ve made with the door, looking for signs of life. I try valiantly to turn the motion-activated light on but to no avail - apparently I need to be standing on top of the sensor, waving madly for it to sense me!? My brief one-eyed inspection of a mostly dark garage shows signs of trash and recycle pillaging. I still cannot get the &%$#@ light to turn on; I must risk life and limb and actually step into the garage. I begin to slap my stick to the ground liked a crazed sightless person, brusquely chanting, “Move it, piggy. Moo-ve it piggy”. I then step into the unknown.
The light, once asleep, awakens and illuminates the mess; banana peels, bean cans, and water bottles strewn every which way. Making my way around the various cars, still slapping and chanting, I call out to Rand, “Its all clear.” Rand steps out to assess the damage. At that very instant we both notice, amongst the carnage, a pretty pink can, complete with bow and small card, sitting on top of an empty box. I start to laugh as my imagination unfolds; could those rather large, smelly peccaries have left us a gift, in exchange for their quick dumpster dive?
As though reading my mind Rand looks at me; shakes his head. "You think?”
Now you might think being barkless would make a basenji useless as a watchdog. Not true. Surprisingly they make good watchdogs, as long as their owners pay close attention to what they are saying in their unique, silent way.
Friday evening as I was working on the computer Feigh, kept coming over and biting my pant leg and saying “Rawr, rawr”. I paid her little mind, as this behavior is nothing new, especially when she feels attention should be focused more on her and less on work – which is 95% of the time. I knew if I ignored her long enough she would eventually settle down.
A short time later I went to the kitchen for a glass of water when Tre ran to the back door leading to the garage and began some serious snorting and snuffling. At 12 years of age Tre is not one to waste energy on random floor rummaging so I was immediately alerted to a possible garage intruder. I quickly snatched up my ‘poking stick’ and called out to Rand, “Hold the dogs”.
“What’s a poking stick?” you ask. It’s nothing more than a 3-foot high, ½-inch round PVC pipe that is capped on one end. The other end is also capped but has a 4-inch blunt end screw attached to it. Its original purpose is to be set into the ground so that the pipe becomes free standing. I then use the pole as a visual marker in which to send the dogs away from me when training for obedience. When off duty the pipe becomes my ‘poking stick’, a trusted friend and protector against the likes of wild and mighty javelina.
With stick in hand, I cautiously probe through a small crack I’ve made with the door, looking for signs of life. I try valiantly to turn the motion-activated light on but to no avail - apparently I need to be standing on top of the sensor, waving madly for it to sense me!? My brief one-eyed inspection of a mostly dark garage shows signs of trash and recycle pillaging. I still cannot get the &%$#@ light to turn on; I must risk life and limb and actually step into the garage. I begin to slap my stick to the ground liked a crazed sightless person, brusquely chanting, “Move it, piggy. Moo-ve it piggy”. I then step into the unknown.
The light, once asleep, awakens and illuminates the mess; banana peels, bean cans, and water bottles strewn every which way. Making my way around the various cars, still slapping and chanting, I call out to Rand, “Its all clear.” Rand steps out to assess the damage. At that very instant we both notice, amongst the carnage, a pretty pink can, complete with bow and small card, sitting on top of an empty box. I start to laugh as my imagination unfolds; could those rather large, smelly peccaries have left us a gift, in exchange for their quick dumpster dive?
As though reading my mind Rand looks at me; shakes his head. "You think?”
2 comments:
Hey Linda,
It's been a while since I emailed you about Basenji's. I'm glad to see you are having another litter in the next year or so.
Also, I'm happy to see that there is not testing for the Fanconi. I have my vet on alert here that my next dog will be a Basenji and I told her to read up on the possible ailments they may have.
I'm such a bossy pet owner. LOL
Well, good luck with your blogging.
Take care,
Melinda in TN
LOVE your illustration! Maybe I read too many children's books, but I hope you know that you could easily make a living doing this. My imagination just runs wild... :o)
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