How’s my breath?
Basenjis often have this odd thing they do, where they’ll stick their noses right up to your mouth until you breathe on them, so they can “see” what you’ve been eating. Katie doesn’t do this, but Clay (my more “typical” basenji) does.
I’m nibbling on some leftover Chicken Tikka Masala (yes, I’m weird, it’s 9am), and Maya asked for a bite. I gave her one, then Clay walked up to her. She started stepping backwards as he got closer and closer, then she finally broke into a grin and just went heeeehhhhh in his face. He was satisfied.
Some days, it’s like National Geographic around here.
