|Nailah conquers the 1906 rock. A small step for Nailah. A huge leap for basenjikind.|
Is it just me, or do all basenjis seem to be fearless?
My friends' dogs all seem to have their terrors that give them the quivering whimpers. Thunder. Fireworks. Hot air balloons (very common in my area, which holds the International Balloon Fiesta).
|"It is balloon!"|
(How many of you are old enough to remember where that quote comes from? Let's see! Leave your answer in the comments section.)
Not Nailah. Thunder? Snooze. Fireworks? Meh. Hot air balloon? Catch it! When hiking, there is no precipice too steep on which to balance, no critter too huge to chase (to the limit of her retractable leash), no larger, fiercely hackled, snarling dog who many not be eagerly approached for play.
|That's right. I'm so tough, I eat rocks for breakfast. RAWR!|
The only basenji I ever had that feared anything was another of my (non-BRaT) rescues, Hottentot. His terror was ... stairs. That's right. Stairs. Two steps could cause his heart to quail, and only over weeks of patient practice were we able to convince him that these obstacles were indeed surmountable. Poor pup apparently thought he was a Dalek.
|Kia, Anubis and Hottentot. Guess who's on the floor.|
So, do any of your basenjis have a fear? Let's hear about it! Remember, baths and rain don't count - that's not fear, everyone knows water is ikky-poo.