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Sex: Male   Weight: 11-25 lbs

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   Leave a bone for Robin

Rob, Quackzar of the Jungle, Booger, or anything else that moves me

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

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Quick Bio:
-purebred-dog rescue

June 27th 1997

FOOD! and being loved second

getting out of bed when it's too early or cold, being separated from me (though he won't admit it, he runs around the house making grunty cries)

Favorite Toy:
plush hedgehog that grunts, a pheasant that squaks, and a Woodstock bird we call Sheldon

Favorite Food:
anything so long as it's not lettuce, including but certainly not limited to: peds socks, underwear, anything that comes out of the bathroom trash, and litterbox truffles when he can get them

Favorite Walk:
anywhere! especially on his extra long zippy leash

Best Tricks:
"guessing" which hand you're hiding a cookie in by touching it (ok, scratching the heck out of it) with his paw, high five

Arrival Story:
By the end of September, 2004, I needed (yes, NEEDED) a dog back in my life after two years in college without one, so I started looking. I've admired the Basenji since my cousins purchased one, so I looked into rescue groups. The same day I sent in an adoption application for BRAT (Basenji Rescue And Transport), the state screener recieved Robin's paperwork. She suggested that he was meant to be my dog. He was in Mesa, I was in Tucson, so on a trip to my parents' house in Cave Creek I stopped by his foster home to meet him. Then he was called "Rusty," and it was puppy love! I took him home that day. I changed his name to Robin, after Robin Hood, and we've been inseparable since. Moral of the story: don't be afraid to adopt an older dog.

Robin is a fairly typical Basenji. His AKC name is "Rusty Always Talking." He is silly when he thinks no one is watching, and serious when he's aware of an audience. He sometimes notices his tail out of the corner of his eye and will chase it for one loop, then stop, look around to see if anyone has noticed, and if they have, he looks embarassed and walks off. Every so often, he roots around in the doggie toy bin until he finds a toy that needs disciplining, and will toss it around the house. But don't try to play with him, he'll immediately lose interest and give you a look that seems to say, "don't you feel stupid?" He likes to keep tabs of everyone in the house, and will busily trot from one room to the next, just to check. To communicate his thoughts, he makes a chortly noise and a short little woof sound. Though Basenjis are barkless, they make plenty of other noises. He lives with one other dog, my parent's mutt, Gideon, who tries to bully Robin into playing. Sometimes Robin will very purposefully walk in front of Gideon and sit down with his back to him as if to say, "I'm imagining you out."

Forums Motto:
Good Basenji, but a bad dog.

The Groups I'm In:
♥ Steve Irwin Memorial ♥, Basenji Bratz, Basenji's Rock, Living with Fanconi Syndrome, President Isabel's Animal Abuse Commission, Raw Fed, The Dogster Force, The FURminator┬« Group For Dogs, Tucson Dogs

I've Been On Dogster Since:
November 18th 2004 More than 11 years!

I Was In The:
2006 Valentine's Day Party!
2004-2005 Holiday
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Chasing My Tale

Goodbye, Dear Friend

March 11th 2012 2:59 pm
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Robin came with me to vet school. The old man put up with me being gone for hours, and my attempts at trying to find him a suitable dog-sibling to keep him company. He began a slow decline, where I noticed a marked difference but everyone else would say he looked good for his age. He started having mild and infrequent seizures that started us on a search to find out what was wrong with him. Living in the Pacific Northwest, I had to fight hard to finally get someone to run a titer for Coccidioides immitus (Valley Fever), since it wasn't a typical presentation in an area where they don't have the fungus. We finally ran it, and it was consistent with concurrent infection. We began treatment with fluconazole, and his seizures stopped, but his liver started giving out in less than a year, so we stopped treatment. He lost so much weight, and would often circle in rooms, but he still wanted to be with me, so I gave him all the time he wanted. On the morning of December 4, 2011, Robin "told" me it was time. A classmate drove us in to school, where Robin was euthanized, and many tears were shed.

Goodbye, my dear friend, you are sorely missed.


Thank You, Dogster

September 11th 2010 6:06 pm
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Thank you, Dogster, for choosing me as a Daily Diary Pick for a second time! I am flattered, but certainly not humbled by the accolades.

Age has taught me nothing of humility, instead, it has taught me to feel entitled. Entitled to the best sleeping spot next to human mom (as close to her face as possible), entitled to walk when and where I want, and entitled to play only when I want to play. These ARE the golden years.



A Close Call

September 9th 2010 2:58 pm
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Human mom was gone for 8 days. I thought she had abandoned us with her friend and that obnoxious dog, Dante. He's twice my size and clobbers me when he wants to play. For some reason Kira likes Dante; at least their playing kept them from pestering me. I was so happy when human mom came to get us, I ran around like a pup and waggled my tail. I even console surfed part of the way home, just like I did in my slightly younger years. How I missed my beds and the couch, it's good to be home.

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