It's raining

Loki. 2005

It is raining. Basenji's don't like getting wet. Loki does not like getting wet. She hears the rain and refuses to even come to the door let alone step outside. Assuming I can get a collar and leash on her and get her to the door, she sticks her nose out looks around and backs away as if I am burning her skin with fire.

Assuming I can get her out the door (this dog would sooner her bladder explode inside her body than pee outside when it is wet) she activates her "gravity boots." I believe every Basenji has them. 4 small invisible boots that hold them firmly to the ground such that no matter how much force is applied or from which direction they are able to remain stationary with perfect balance. Who needs a Thai Chi class when you have a Basenji?

After 30 mins of Basenji stubbornness, a few Basenji jokes (an old standby is coming to the door, sitting, bending forward for a collar then darting off just as you are about to snap it closed. Ha ha.) the obligatory gravity boots and acting up when sighting a passersby thereby making it seem I torture my spolied dog. Her intent is to embaras me into taking her home (again--ha. ha. ha.) FINALLY we get in a walk/potty time.

Back at the house we are both soaked. I dry Loki off as she calmly raises paw after paw for drying all the while giving me the look of "You did this. You made water fall from the sky. Don't you know my fur will shrink?" Um--no.

Finally we are both dry. She smashs herself into my side makes herself into the smallest, tightest ball and licks my hand.

I LOVE this crazy little dog.