Volume XIV, Issue 2, May, 2010
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““Strange Places to Pee. . .”
contest winners are:
by Zulu{Ed - This Zulu pic reiminds me of the time Blush just about peed on Dr. Jim Watson's foot - on purpose, too.}
Erin Fogarty’s Tutsi (herself)
Here are some recent photos. 
Don't tell her I didn't PhotoShop out the gray hairs!
With her failing kidneys Tutsi has to pee about 20-40 times a day and each pee is very precisely placed. If she is at home or at the beach a small hole is dug, she pees, then she covers it over by pushing the earth or sand back into the hole with her nose.
Recently we were at the vets for a check-up and Tutsi became very anxious when we were in the waiting room. The last time we had visited the vet she'd had to stay for the day so I thought this must have been the cause for her anxiety. No. Suddenly she peed on the floor of the waiting room. Tutsi was mortified. In her mind there could be no greater disaster apart from if it rained non-stop for a year and the roof leaked over her bed. She hates making any sort of mess so in an even more anxious state she tried desperately to push up the tile on the floor to cover her puddle.
I called out to the receptionist for a bucket and mop and she said not to worry, that she would fix it. I had to explain that it needed fixing, IMMEDIATELY! This was a fussy old basenji that was in a state about having made a mess and if she didn't hurry with the mop the magazines on the coffee table were in danger. That got a quick response because Tutsi already had hold of a magazine and she was trying to pull me over to her puddle so that she could cover it with the mag. When she peed in the cage at the vets once they found her shredding paper and cover it. The floor got mopped but it was no longer good enough for The Tutsi so she climbed onto a shelf and waited her turn with the vet from there!
Ashley Pistorio’s Bella
Bella, who has been TOTALLY housebroken since she was 4 months old (we're talking - she could hold it for 8 hours easily) has on two occasions done something very odd. So odd that I could hardly tell her it was bad... not that she didn't already know that.
On these two occasions, I was not home. She was home with Joe and Newton and we had people coming in to do some maintenance or something or other (I think one was the guy servicing the furnace, the other was our carpenter). They are always super happy to see visitors, so they were dancing around as usual. And, seemingly out of nowhere, both times, Bella jumped up on the couch RIGHT next to Joe and squatted... yes, seriously. Emptied her bladder. And both times she and Newton had just been outside. Best I can think, she was making a statement about having a strange man around. And making it clear to "daddy"... She was not afraid, it was AFTER about 40 minutes so she had already calmed down, and the only thing going on at the moment was he was sitting in the living room and talking to said stranger. Ignoring the princess.
How dare he. 
Susan Chuvala’s Buster
BUSTER'S PEE PEE TALE
Buster came to live with me in July 2007 at the age of 13 1/2 after spending his entire life in the city. When it was time to potty, he was reluctant to venture too far out onto the grass, preferring to pee on the driveway, and would not go further than where the blacktop meets the street. He wasn't getting any exercise to speak of until it occurred to me to take him into downtown Concord to walk on the sidewalks. So every evening, weather permitting, after the other three dogs have their walk in the woods by the airport, I dress Buster in his special harness, load him into the car, and drive him downtown for his walk. Although at times it makes for a very long day for me, we both enjoy these walks, meeting new people and scavenging for food on the sidewalk (Buster, not me).
I was planning to send in the above story about Buster's city-boy pee issues, but then this happened yesterday which is funnier (and more to the point) - I came home from work at lunchtime as usual to let the dogs out, but first I had to use the bathroom myself. As I was sitting there, Buster and Donald came over to greet me, but then I noticed that Donald was actually peeing on my leg, something he has never done in the 11 years I've had him. I don't think he really needed to pee since he can hold it in for a good 14 hours at a time if he wishes, so it must have been a territorial issue. I didn't have time to try and find a change of clothes, so I just poured Petastic all over my pants leg and went back to work. I doubt anybody noticed, since they were dark colored pants, and where I work it tends to smell anyway, especially in the afternoon.
Yvonne ‘t Mannetje’s Ch’ami & Dana
I so enjoyed the new Wrinkler - could not stop reading! And the pics, so beautiful! And thank you for including us again, we are so proud of our little devils.
Well, the new RVW contest made us smile J bringing back sweet, oh no, ... wet memories...
Both Ch'ami and Dana had their "special place" to pee once.
You know normally they "twitter" everywhere we walk, and leave VIP's (very important p-mail) on the various home pages we pass along the way.
One day (before Dana came to live with us) we took Ch'ami with us to a show-room trying to find a new fence for around our house. Oh boy, this showroom had very nice, big pillars ... need I say more ... Ch'ami -who was bored- lifted his leg and left a real good p-mail there, much to our embarrassment. Resulting in him getting it his way, I immediately took him outside leaving Kees behind to clean it up J No; we did not buy anything there....
Another day I took Dana to a dog show, and visited the Eukanuba stand, being Dana's favourite brand of dry-food. And right in the middle of this shop, Dana stopped, looked around with a look on her face saying something like "this here is MINE", got in position and peed before I could do anything but apologize. But first I told the salesman Dana gave free publicity for his dog-food this way. We had fun.
In addition I also like to tell you about Ch'ami's funny habit regarding his SMS (Smelly Message Service). He makes it a contest not to SMS until we reach the "far-away-point-of-this-walk". Sometimes I have to tell him, he understands, looks around, and then he, uh, SMS's. BTW Dana does a WSMS = Walking SMS 
They are so funny - we just love them!
Susan Kamen Marsicano’s Basenji Test
This is a story I often tell to folks inquiring about getting a Basenji. It was told to me 20 something years ago by a Pharaoh Hound person. It's a lovely test of sorts & goes like this:
This handler raised a Basenji puppy for a client & her husband, she said, absolutely hated this puppy.
One of the things that made him most angry was that the pup always stole the stick of butter from the table.
So he, fiendishly, added a liberal amount of jalapeno peppers to some butter, reshaped it into a bar, placed this bar on the table & waited.
Sure enough, said puppy grabbed it, and got the whole bar in her mouth, bowed down on her elbows and DID NOT REACT.
She only glared at him...
Then she dropped the butter & ran up the stairs AND PEED on HIS BED! The handler told me that she didn't know who would survive the chase that followed - around and around the house. Her husband finally cornered the little devil and said, "Gotcha!" and she marched past him and peed in his bedroom slipper.
Folks who laugh at this story pass the test for future Basenji households....
