The Rip Van Wrinkler,
XIX, Issue 2, May 2015

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Debby Mayer

Spring Haiku

Melting of the snow

Reveals a dead bird, making

Lulu so happy!


Wendy Cerilli

Wendy asked if Fiddle could be “de-yodeled”, upon hearing the bedlam from her crate, when her brother was having a turn at agility class. Clearly she thinks he's a ____ (you fill in the blank), so a waste of our time.


Mary Beth Printsky

Mark always left the television on for Caesar if we went out especially during March madness. He would say," leave the game on, Caesar loves to watch basketball".

So, now I leave it on for him, too. Sometimes, you just can't break with tradition.


12 years ago - M with Calliope's puppies, Ian & Caesar, who are watching March Madness


Yvonne Salgado

Yes, that's snow falling from the sky... and sticking to the ground! The boys are trying to console Solomon.


Susan Kamen Marsicano

Delacroix said that one couldn't draw unless one could draw a man who was falling from a 10th story window before he hit the ground. Such is the challenge when drawing basenjis from life. They are sure to move.


Jackie Dering & Lotta Olsson

Harley and Holley both had close encounters of the duck kind yesterday.

Harley

Holley


Annechien Smith

Thank you Heike Föllscher!

This card from Heike says: "You are no sheepdogs, so take them nicely back". And those two are 'my' Simba and Malia, educated by Heike......

Reminds me of the time Clara, our first basenji, brought us a sheep, right in the middle of a deep forest in the Scottish Highlands. She was gone 20 minutes and we were quite worried, waiting with puppy Lizzy and Barney Dalmatian.

Clive said to wait where she had left us so she could find us back. She promptly did, driving this sheep slowly towards us. Once arrived, she took no longer any interest in it. Sheep was unharmed. No idea where she found it, no grassland anywhere within miles, so I suppose it was truly "a lost sheep"......

Jackie Dering

Funny. There are teeth marks in the butter.

Also - I was dremeling Luke's nails on my lap when Harley decided to come up from behind and nip at his ear. I'm still laughing.


Karen Christensen

Chant for momma {basenjis} returning to the field. (to the tune of "turkey in the straw," and the cadence of the puppy nozzles clapping when she trots) - "do your boobs hang low, do they jiggle to and fro, can you tie 'em in a knot, can you tie 'em in a bow? Can you throw them over your shoulder like a Continental soldier? Do your ears. hang. low?"


Natalie Culver

Kunjo won!

As winter drug on & Kunjo got more frail it started to seem like a long slow bittersweet race. Mother Nature vs Kunjo, who would win? No one could tell.

Neck and neck down the strech, Old Man Winter wouldn't let up. The worst snow in decades, historic cold Januray, never ending brutal snow. Old man Kunjo was slow but steady. Some days we just gave up too cold and slippery and dangerous out for an old dog. We'd just keep him in and clean up the house.

An endurance race in slow motion. We finally made late Feburay I thought Kunjo would pull clear, then a set back when we kenneled him for the weekend, two days in ICU, labored breathing, stress at being boarded. Vets thought we should say goodbye. Old Man Winter had the lead...

But Kunjo wanted to come home. Yet more weeks of cold snow. Winter kept coming all March, I really couldnt tell. Too close to call. But this has always been Kunjo's style, even in his prime, just enough effort. Laying it on at the end. If the race was fast he'd work harder, if slow so was he, but always wanting that bunny all to himself at the finish.

This marathon was different. I couldn't tell. So long and cold and slow. But in the last moments Old Man Winter fell back. Snow is gone! Spring is here! Kunjo WON!

Loving this old dog at the beach and lounging in the sun today.


Joe Stewart

...and all of a sudden a bald godfather appeared to CinderMaddie and said: "I'm a gonna offer you some warm eggies you can't refuse"

See the "Maddie Chronicles" on Page 8


Lotte Hotaling

For all the years I couldn't give my dogs the life I wanted to because I was at work and they had to be in their yards, often cold (though the dogs always had multiple coats), this bunch of dogs is raking in the rewards {of my retirement} and then some! Lying around in the grass, eyes all squinty, soaking up the sun.....ah, Basenji heaven! And of course they helped me aerate the soil (I was planting grass seed) by digging holes everywhere.


Erin Fogarty

Unicorns might fart rainbows, but Skip farts great balls of fire. It's how he lights up my life. See what I did there? Two song titles! I'm on a roll!


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Pi, photo bomb, by Linda Butterworth