In my first post I mentioned my Basenji, Jack. I rehomed Jack with one of my friends (where he is flourishing & very happy) because he couldn’t get along with my 2 American Bulldogs, & it nearly cost him his life. It certainly cost him a lot of blood & over 20 stitches. He almost died.
I don’t blame my ABs. For the most part I blame myself. But there were qualities in Jack that made him the incompatible one. Boomer & Madeline were not the aberrant dogs; Jack was. And I think a lot of it was due to his origins.
Jack was my first dog. I didn’t know what backyard breeders were, & when I drove out to Makaha I excused the tiny, foul-smelling yard full of barking Basenjis & the fact that the 4-month-old pups had never been in a house before. The breeder was a very sweet old woman named Dody, & she very proudly told me that she fed her dogs only the best: Pedigree something or other; I’d learned enough about catfood quality to know that certain dogfood brands were not even to be considered, & Pedigree was one of them.
I ignored all this. I wanted to see the puppies.