I want a bedpan hat for my birthday!

We had my brother in-law and his wife over the other day for some drinks and a movie. They enjoy the dogs and love the quirky character of my Basenjis. We chatted, sipped some wine and got ready to watch the movie. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed, but chose to ignore, our boy tearing up a mostly consumed roll of toilet paper. There was more in the bathroom and I was kicking back and watching the movie with our guests so I did not run over right away. He was able to swallow a little bit and I figured it would be “eliminated” on our walk after company leaves. No worries. He later decided that he would join the party and see if he could get someone to scratch his tummy like we were doing for our basenji girl Jezebel. She plops on our laps and insists that she be tickled or scratched – she lets you know. So we continue to enjoy the movie and I notice that Oli had positioned himself just above my shoulders on the back of the sofa, directly above my head. Everyone is commenting how are dogs are so very cat like and that most dogs would be happy to be on the floor when all of a sudden – blap! He barfed on my head. I was in shock! My gut reaction was to catch it as I felt the hot stinky fluid spreading over my head – OMG it was gross! I leapt to my feet, hands cupped around my face to keep the liquid from getting in my eyes and screamed at my husband to get me a towel as I ran into the bathroom. I emerged with a very cleanly scrubbed scalp to a room filled with shock, awe and uncontrolled laughter. Oli sat in front of me and barrooed.

Hell Hath No Wrath...

Our foster Jezebel (currently in the process of adopting her) is a sweet, delicate little girl. She is petite and dainty and just a joy to have around. Our boy Oli is just that – a boy. He’s rough and tumble, plays tough but runs to mommy when he is scared.
Jezebel has been very good about setting boundaries with Oli who sometimes insists on playing with her when she is in the mindset to relax.
The other night he learned what “NO” from Jezebel means. He starts off being brash and just pouncing on her. Quietly she moves away and retreats to her kennel. He tries again to initiate play by sitting outside of her kennel and batting her head with his paw. She growls, makes a half turn and tucks her head under her paws. Patiently he waits outside of her cage, now sleepy he stretches out across the entrance. Jezebel decides that she is going for a drink of water and as she gingerly steps over him - you can see one eye open. He gently mock bites her feet, one by one as she moves past him. She walks on… frustrated he stomps over to the sofa where we are relaxing and playfully nibbles our arms to get some play time from us. We comply and in the meantime, Jezebel curls up in the corner on the sofa. Poor Oli who is distracted and playing with us accidentally backs up on her and she goes ballistic! She leaps in the air, lands in “wolf” position, head is low, ears pinned back, hackles on end, growling. Oli falls off the sofa – terrified! He tries to climb back on the sofa keeping his distance but she won’t have it! Once again, she lunges for him, growling and making all sorts of awful noises but now her hackles are down. He manages to get up and sits in between my husband and I, as close to us as possible, muzzling my armpit to get underneath. There he sits protected staring at her from a distance… she looks at him, growls, does a turn and snuggles under a pillow cushion… still mumbling “stupid boy, I said NO”!