Stilwell's Native Son of Zande

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Age: 14 Years   Sex: Male

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Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:

December 9th 2002

chasing squirrels

other dogs thinking that they are "top dog"

Favorite Toy:
puppy heads

Favorite Food:
anything I am eating

Favorite Walk:
around the show ring

Best Tricks:
jumping up on the table in the show ring and stacking himself (show off!)

Arrival Story:
My basenji mom, Stilwell's Call the Wind Mariah SC FC, had herself a litter of puppies with my daddy, Ch Zande Charaza SC. There were six of us. All of us had new show homes to go to when we got big enough, except me. Momma Linda asked Momma Jac if she would like to have a puppy to show. (Momma Jac already had Sunny). She said she would, and I came to live with Momma Jac and Daddy Fred. I learned to be a show dog. I was the bestest! Momma Linda says I fell out of the womb knowing how to show. In the ring, I move real good, and look very handsome, and then I jump up, all by myself, onto the table for the judge to look me over. Well I didn't go to a lot of shows, but enough to get all of my points for my championship, except for 2 majors. I was "pointed out" and only got to go to shows where there were enough dogs entered to be a major. It was a different number, depending on where we went to show. Well, about a month ago, Momma Jac took me to Wichita Falls, Texas to a show that was a 5 point major both days. Momma Linda asked my friend, Ronda Lee (I love Aunt Ronda!) if she would show me, because she couldn't, and Momma Jac don't walk so good right now (she got a metal hip last summer, and has to get a new one this month, because the first one broke). Anyway, I won both days as Best of Winners, and got both of my majors, and now I am a Champion, and from now on I will be shown as a "special". Those silly people...Momma Jac and Momma Linda already knew I was special. I was the lastest puppy placed from my litter, they all show, but I was the FIRST to be an AKC champion! Oh yeah, That Rotten Dawg was first place in his class, and Miss Prissy, Gemmy, was reserve winners bitch.

top dog, teacher of manners to foster dogs, bed hog. Junior waspurchased as my first show dog. He is "pointed out" for his championship, and only needs his major wins to finish. He LOVES to show! He loves his Dad best. Junior's sire was imported from England, and he has a very aloof, regal attitude, but is very friendly to humans and other dogs, alike.

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May 4th 2006 5:25 am
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I am Stilwell's Native Son of Zande. But everyone calls me Junior. I come from royal ancestors. My sire was imported from England. That's why I think I should be called "Sir Junior." Mom says that's how I act--regal and refined, reserved but polite. I like everyone that I meet, even the kids. My mom has two nieces who are only 7 (so I met them when they were 4 years old), and they want to play. I don't care if they rub my ears and pull my tail, but my mom never lets them pull hard, and I never snark or nip at them.
I tend to pull on the leash, unless I am in the show ring, and once mom took her niece Morgan with us (she was only 5, and I was only 1). Morgan wanted to hold my leash, but Mom wouldn't let her, by herself, because she said I am a sled dog. So, everyone we met that day who asked what kind of dog I am, Morgan told them I am an African Sled Dog. LOL
And I love to go to shows! When we go, I can find Momma Linda's van in the really big parking lot, and I know exactly which crate is mine. Even if we don't ride to the show with Momma Linda. They think it is amazing that I can find it, even if I haven't been shown where the van is parked. Silly humans, they call us sight hounds, but there is nothing wrong with my sniffer, either. I know what Momma Linda's van smells like, and usually my sire Zan and my brother and sister, Charlie and Victoria are there for me to find.
My Momma Linda, says I fell out of the womb ready to show. This was good for my Momma Jac. I was her first show dog, and made it really easy for her to learn (sometime the humans are so slow to catch on!) No one ever had to really teach me to stack or gait, and once I'm stacked, I never move until one of my moms (which ever one is showing me) tells me that it is okay to move. And this is my bestest trick! When it is time for me to get up on the table in the ring, I jump up all by myself and get stacked! The judges all think that is pretty special. I've almost got my championship. I have lots of winners dog and best of winners ribbons, but I still need what they call my "majors". I know I can get them. Two years ago, when we went to the national basenji specialty show, I was the best open red and white dog, and beat 25 other dogs to get it. I almost always win my class, and get to compete for winners dog. My moms are both very frustrated about those majors. They say I am "pointed out," so I only go to special shows now.
Momma Jac and Momma Linda both like lure coursing, too. I did pretty good, at first, for my practices and getting the first leg of my JC. Then I figured out that the guy that runs the lure wasn't going to let me catch it, so I quit running. I'd go halfway around the course, then run back to whoever did my release, and it didn't even matter if it was someone I never met before. Everyone always laughs, because I am not hard to catch, because I don't run off. Momma Jac says maybe I would be better at straight racing. Daddy Fred thinks I should do agility. I don't care what I do, as long as it is not boring. Momma Jac and Momma Linda think I don't like to lure course because I get bored chasing a plastic bag I can't catch. I think they are right.
There have been a couple of times that I have escaped out the gate of the yard at home. Mom quit chasing me, after she figured out that I run twice around the horse barn and then back to the gate. It's fun to do that, but I don't want to run any farther. There's nothing to chase, and I don't want to leave such a good home!
We always have some extra dogs living here. Mom calls them "fosters." I'm supposed to be nice, and show them good manners, and I do that most of the time.
We have a BIG German Shepherd dog that lives here, too. His name is Sabre. He's bigger than me (he weighs 120 lbs. I weigh 25), but I can beat him up. LOL He knows I am only playing, and we have a lot of fun. Don't tell anyone, but Sabre is my best friend. We came to live here about the same time, and he is only 2 weeks older than me, so we grew up together. He is my brother all the way to his heart. The big goof thinks he is a basenji. But he can't yodel.
Well, I have to go now. Sabre is calling me to chase the squirrels out of the yard!

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