Nicknames: Puppers, The Baroo-meister General, Wuffie McPupperson, Grumble Puppy, Comfter-puppy, Duppy Pog, Bugsy, Bug, The Puppy, Puppy-up-agus.
Birthday: June 20th 2004
Likes: Pillows: to play with (bad) and to sleep on (charming), a spot of sun to lay in, leaf piles, rolling around on his toys and treats, Puppy-Run-Amok (also known as the Basenji 500), licking mommy's books and hunting the elusive squirrel!
Pet-Peeves: His Halti and leashes in general. Quiet time when he isn't in a quiet mood. The UPS guy. The Mail person. Skunks, Squirrels and Cats...oh my! The sound of cars driving by when it is raining. Having to move when he is comfortable (Grumble Puppy).
Favorite Toy: Squeaky chicken, "Bad Cuz," "Dino Cuz," little blue porcupine squeaky that doesn't squeak anymore. Any slipper, sock or hat he can get.
Favorite Food: All things Dingo, Blue Dog Bakery Cookies and "Grandma's" home-made Loki Cookies.
Favorite Walk: Anywhere and everywhere (especially if there are leaves!)--there is always plenty to sniff! And he loves to romp and play in the fenced-in back yard, usually being taunted by squirrels!
Best Tricks: The "WET LOKI." A K9 version of the "wet willy," which consists of a cold wet dog nose in the ear quickly followed by warm dog tongue in the same ear. Quite an experience! He also has an excellent (if a bit undisciplined) high jump. Making us laugh!
Arrival Story: After a full half year of house ownership, talk of a dog got more and more serious. My wife is allergic to dogs and cats, so I did a great deal of research and decided that for size, personality and allergic reaction, a Basenji might do the trick (but not tricks!). We signed up with BRAT (Basenji Rescue and Transport) and applied for a purebred. Very shortly after that, Loki (the dog formerly known as Benny) showed up on Petfinder at a local rescue group. I went down to Petsmart, met him, picked him up and brought him home for his 2 week test drive. We never looked back. We cannot believe anyone who took him home wouldn't have kept him. He is the most loving, sweet, annoying, brilliant, stupid and full of life and character dog I could ever imagine. Loki rocks!
Bio: We wish we knew. He came to us at 1 1/2 years of age and we would love to know where he's been, what he's seen and what he looked like as a tiny Loki-pup.
Loki came to us with a moderate case of separation anxiety. Thankfully Loki had no real destructive tendencies, but he did do a bunch of whining and crying whenever we tried to leave the house. He originally only had access to the kitchen and the upstairs where we could control the rooms he got to explore. After a few months, his anxiety started to fade. For a long while, though, if Loki was upstairs and if we were downstairs, Loki would come down to the landing just to check and make sure we were still there. Once convinced, he'd head back upstairs for more napping or world watching. Now he's a well adjusted pup and has the the run of the house (except the office and the bathroom--he is a basenji and there are just too many paper products available in those spots!) He spends lots of time on the bed or the couches sleeping or looking out the window (he likes views from above!) He loves it when we are home, but when we aren't there he usually manages to find something like a sock, a slipper or a hat that he takes up onto the bed with him. He never chews them up, he just likes to have them with him. He loves his toys, his treats, walks, a bit of rough-housing and generally being loved-up and spoiled rotten. He's great and we can't remember what life was like or what we ever did without him.
Forums Motto: Is That For Me? It Has To Be For Me!
My very sweet friend Cleopatra tagged me! The object of this game of tag is to learn some more things about your friends. You are supposed to list 7 things about yourself and post it in your diary. Then pick 7 friends to pass it on to and have them do the same thing. Drop your pals a rosette to let them know they are "IT!"
Seven things about me:
1. I sneeze when I'm about to be mischievous. It is usually followed by a bark or a baroo.
2. I like to run a B-500 before going on walks. I love walks and I must think I need a warm-up.
3. The 5 steps from the back deck to the back yard are non-existent to me. I prefer the flying "superdog" leap.
4. When I'm excited I can be slightly obsessive/compulsive...I have to gently grab the curtain of the window on the landing before running downstairs.
5. I like coffee. If Mom leaves her coffee on the floor and isn't paying attention...I'll help myself.
6. I own the bed. I start off every night in my own bed under the pawrents bed. Then in the middle of the night, I get up, jump up and proceed to hog as much of the bed as possible. Mom sometimes gets mad, Dad just scootches over.
7. I've got the Mail person and the UPS guy completely fooled. I always bark at them like a mad dog, but if they ever came in to meet me, they'd see I'm just a softie on the inside. I think it's the uniform that sets me off...
Mom and Dad have started taking me to the park. The weather has been very mild with big, puffy clouds and nice off-the-lake breezes. They let me go down and romp around on the beach and go and investigate other pups and all sorts of new smells. There's driftwood, the breakwall, lots of sand and new plants for me to sniff (and occasionally pee on!) That part is great, but...
What I really like though, are things that move. I like to try to bite them. Bugs are great to snap at. So are waves! When we were at the park last weekend, the wind was up and the waves coming splashing in were big. With every new wave crashing in, I tried to defend the shores of Lake Erie by attacking the waves as they came in. I gave each one a good snap. They didn't seem to mind and they kept coming and coming. I like biting the water! Mom and Dad found this rather entertaining. They took lots of photographs, and I didn't even mind. Heck, I didn't even notice! You can find some shots of it in my new photos. We all had a wonderful time playing together on the beach.
Well, the other day Dad took me to the park. Just the two of us. It was a beautiful day and there were pups and people everywhere. We watched a Border Collie fetching a frisbee out in the water. I wanted to go play with him. I whined and whined, but Dad said we had to entertain ourselves, and if the pup wanted to play, he'd come over. So we splashed around on the edge of the lake for a while. Then Dad picked up a stick. He tossed it a few feet out into the water. I went and got it, cautiously. I really had never gone into the water up past my knees. I am a basenji, after all. There is only so much wetness I'm willing to take. Or so I thought. I brought the stick back to Dad. He threw it in a few feet out again. I went and got it and brought it back. Then he threw it in deeper. I hesitated. He waded out a bit with me and all of a sudden I was up to my undercarriage in the water. Hey, it wasn't SO bad. I brought the stick back. Dad threw it out a little further still. I balked. I couldn't feel the floor of the lake under my feet and I wouldn't go get it. Dad went a little further out with me and I swam, I SWAM! out to get it. I made big splashings as I paddled out and back, and I tried to bite the water that I was splashing up. Hey, like I said, if I moves, I want to bite it! But I brought that stick back. Now when Dad throws the stick out, I go bounding in to get it, paddle out to the stick, and bring it back in.
I got completely wet and was actually SWIMMING! And fetching? I don't fetch! What is going on here? I'm a basenji. I don't swim! And I certainly don't fetch! But apparently swimming and fetching are like peanut butter and chocolate. They may be just okay on their own (if you like that sort of thing), but put them together...they're magic! I loved swimming! And I could have retrieved that stick all day long! It was fantastic! So fantastic, in fact, that I made a big fuss about having to leave. I like it at the park and in the water! And I wanna stay! I whined on the way to the car. I whined as I was getting toweled off. And I whined as the car pulled away from the park.
But you know what? Dad's taking me to the park again! RIGHT NOW!!! YIPPPEEE! See you later!
Here are the Tag game rules:
(hint: copy and paste the rules to post in your Diary!)
Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged, need to post in their Diary the rules & their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a p-mail, or send a fun rosette, letting them know that they have been tagged and to read your Diary fur the rules.
1- I LOVE to HATE squirrels. I go front window to back window whining and barking because I can't get at 'em when I'm inside. It is so unfair.
2- Sometimes I just have to be somewhere else. My favorite route is from the upstairs bedroom to the loveseat in the living room. I absolutely sprint as fast as I can down the stairs, jump up and curl up on the loveseat in one quick motion and go to sleep.
3- I sometimes get the run of the house. I always have full access (with the exception of the office and the bathroom--too many paper products!), but when mom and dad are both gone, I get the house to myself. I like staying at home so much better than the kennel, and my walker/players are awesome!
4- An invitation to a bath is an invitation to a wild B-500--guaranteed!
5- I have to wear a Halti when I go for walks. I hate it soooo much! But I'd choke myself to death pulling if I didn't have it on. And I rub my face on the ground as often as possible while walking to display my displeasure!
6- When I'm wound up (often) and am heading downstairs, I almost always grab and release the curtains of the landing window. Maybe it is OCD or something, but I have to grab the curtain before I head downstairs. Mom and dad laugh all the time about it.
7- I love everybody. Except the UPS and FedEx guys. But I haven't actually met them yet. I just bark at them like crazy. And they always seem to be coming to the house. For as crazy active as I am, I'm a doll with kids. I just seem to know what to do--sit there and be good! I know it isn't a real basenji trait to love everyone, but why not, you know? People like me, so I like them!