I don't remember how we first heard about basenjis but about 15 years ago we decided we were definitely interested in the breed. Our much loved boxer had just had died and we decided we wanted a basenji. We somehow learned of a breeder in Kentucky who had a female who was approximately 5 yrs old. He had bred her a couple of times and now wanted to retire her to a home as a family pet. After a lengthy telephone conversation during which he was very honest about the breed quirks, we decided the time was not right for a basenji. We had 3 children and the boys had a tendency to not close the front door securely. I had to search the neighborhood for our boxer many times because she had taken advantage of the ajar door. So, instead of a basenji, we opted for a dog I could catch if it got loose…....a basset hound rescue! A couple of years later we added a psychotic rescued chocolate lab to our household. The basset died in 2003 and we had to put our lab to sleep last August due to old age. At that point, DH announced that the time was right for a basenji. Most of our previous dogs had been from backyard breeders or were rescues. The rescues were also probably from BYBs. All the dogs, with the exception of the lab (who stayed healthy until the last year but was crazy...seriously crazy) had significant and expensive medical problems. We had dealt with heart problems, renal disease, a slipped disc, glaucoma, eczema, chronic ear infections, hypothyroid, and megaesophagus. So this time we decided we were going to go to a good breeder in an effort to tip the odds of a healthy dog a little more in our favor. We knew we didn't really want to get a little puppy and we found then 9 month old Cory in the Atlanta area. You know how it goes...Basenjis are like potato chips and within just a few months we just knew Cory needed a playmate to chase and play with. So we called her breeder and she had a male that she thought would be easy-going enough to tolerate Cory's princess ways. The first week we had Jayden, we were about 99% sure getting him was a BAD idea. Everytime Cory looked at him she threatened to gut him on the spot. Then one day she looked at him and seemed to say "Okay. You can stay but I'm the boss and you'll do as I say! Remember that rule and we'll get along just fine!" Now they hate to be apart even briefly! They chase each other around the house and when they spot a squirrel through the window, they look like basenji Keystone Cops trying to get out the door at the same time!
We don't even slightly regret our decision to get our two little brats! And I say that as I sit on about 3 inches of computer chair because Cory has taken the rest of it.
Pat