Friday, November 28, 2008

Bow's Second Blog Post: Black Friday in SF

I had a good Thanksgiving. Every day I trust my foster dad a little bit more. On the first night, I knew he was safe enough that I wanted to snuggle under the covers. Sometimes when we walk on the street, my urge to chase cars or other dogs is overpowering. Then he'll call my name and hand me a Natural Balance treat. I know he's doing this to manipulate me, but if I get treats, so what? He is so obsessive that he has hired a nice woman to do parallel walks with another rescue pooch. He has also signed us up for a class with a trainer in January. He's on the web or cell phone every day talking to other canine households. Every night I see him typing "basenji behavior" or "rescue dog challenges" into When he calls in the New Age gurus, I'm on the first flight back to Kalamazoo!

This afternoon he showed his sneaky side. We went for a walk, hopped in his car and suddenly arrived at the vet's office! I was really shaking, but he held me and told me how gorgeous I am and that everything would be okay. The vet was a nice lady who put a muzzle on me which I really didn't need and then examined me and gave me a bordatella injection. I was sort of embarrassed when the vet looked at my female parts and commented on whether or not I'd been "fixed" or had a pregnancy in my history. (Please, there's a guy in the room!) She also noticed my scabs and scars from that nasty encounter in an Illinois foster home. I'm not proud of those since I am a very refined lady, and the laid back atmosphere of California and this house where I am treated as the diva that I am is much more to my suiting. The scars and scabs will heal and fade, and I am working all of my charms to make it my forever home. It's not easy to be pulled away from your home of six years in the dark of the night, then thrust into a home that included a psycho/aggressive male that attacked the resident basenjis, only to then be shuttled off to rural Michigan and without warning or explanation to be put in a crate and shoved into the cargo hull of an American Airlines plane and greeted by a stranger. But I am a trusting girl and willing to give this thing a chance. You have to realize that I am suddenly been thrust into a totally foreign world where none of the smells, sounds, other dogs, humans or weather is familiar. I am a forgiving basenji with a heart that wants to trust that my foster-dad will rise to the challenge. He is trying hard, and I give him all the encouragement that I can.

After our vet visit, my foster daddy walked me back home, gave me a pig's ear which sent me into another place, and then he sneaked out while I was chomping away. About half an hour later he came back with bags of food for himself and some treats and this new bed for me. Who told him that my favorite color is red? I may keep him after all.

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At 9:12 AM, Blogger Joy Keaton said...

It sounds like she *may* give you a chance to serve her for a good long time. Just remember whose the queen and everything will be just fine!

BTW is that Kong purple or is it just the photo? I didn't know they came in any colors bur red and black... Basil must not find out! :)

At 9:55 AM, Blogger Ladrón de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief) said...

Joy - Yes, this little lady has her own purple Kong as well is red and blue ones.
- Bow

At 12:11 PM, Blogger mouse (aka kimy) said...

oh bow, you have had such a dramatic life. but you are fortunate to have such a considerate, intelligent and caring foster dad. one day soon I expect both you and junk will be at a place where the word 'foster' is no-longer operative...and you will be able to say 'he is my human'

by the way, you look very good on red!

At 12:34 PM, Blogger Ladrón de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief) said...

Mouse - I have done a lot of traveling this fall. Though it's been a great adventure, for now I just want to walk the streets of the Mission with my foster-dad. I am doing my best to train him, and I hope he will be able to help other basenjis in need and their prospective foster parents. However, I plan to be the queen basenji of this place and will allow visitors but don't plan to give up my red thrown any time soon.
- Bow

At 3:25 PM, Blogger WAT said...

It's okay girl, I don't like my parts looked at either sometimes, but we gotta do what we gotta do when at the doc's.


At 3:32 PM, Blogger Ladrón de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief) said...

WAT - At least I had a lady doctor, and daddy turned away when they checked me.


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