A first-hand account (originally from a Salon.com message board circa 1999) of a woman whose two primitive-type dogs – a Basenji and a New Guinea Singing Dog – found an elk carcass, holed up inside it, and refused to leave it.
An assorted list of my favorite excerpts:
“It’s way too primal in my yard right now.”
- “If ever they come out, catching them and returning them to a condition where they can be considered house pets is not going to be, shall we say, pleasant.”
- “What if you stand the ribcage on end, wait for them to look out, grab them when they do and pull?” “They wedge their toes between the ribs. And scream.”
“Sometimes, sleep is a mistake, no matter how tired you are. And especially if you are very very tired, and some of your dogs are outside, inside some elks.”
- in a follow-up story about a basenji who got his head stuck inside a Thanksgiving turkey, while his two basenji friends gnawed on the outside. “I sent it in to one of the dog magazines but they did not print it, they said it was ‘too contrived.’ Obviously they did not know anything about basenjis.’
“My mother has gotten multiple copies [of this story] from friends, asking if my dogs are *really* that out of control.”
It’s brilliant, and I am so glad it exists on the internet.
holy fucking shit, this is amazing
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