AKC # HM 50728102
OFA: BJ-456G30M
born Jan 27,1994; died Sept 7, 2005
owners: Glenda & Myrl Galdeen, MI
Indy was out of Macho Man and Cruz's last litter, the 'I's.
He won an Award of Merit at the Wisconsin 1996 BCOA Nat'l
Specialty from breeder judge Robert House. It was a special
thrill as the only ones in the ring 'left standing', so to
speak, were most of the biggest names in American basenjis.
No one knew who Glenda was, including the judge - Indy won
that award truly on Merit alone, no face recognition or
reputation driving the selection at all!
When good friends Myrl
and Glenda had come to visit Cruz's latest litter out of Macho, and
full siblings to their own bitch, Am/Can Ch Calypso Grand Fantasy, JC,
Glenda and baby Indy made some sort of cosmic connection on the spot.
Glenda insisted on purchasing the puppy. I assured Myrl I would not be
taking his money anytime soon, since no breeding program needed full
siblings for a basis. Case closed. Not. Glenda is not easily dissuaded
when she makes up her mind about something. So began a short campaign
to change my mind, with me lah-de-dah'ing and refusing to seriously
entertain her entreaties otherwise. Then I get a phone call
from Myrl in which he informs me that I WILL be selling Indy to them
and that it is ok with him and I definitely got the impression that I
might be saving his life if I got off my high horse and cooperated. And
thus began a great love affair, Glenda and her "Baby". How
fitting that she showed him herself to that lovely Award of Merit at
the National Specialty, justification for her faith in that tiny
pupster, and her devotion to him his whole life.
Indy had a wonderful and
friendly personality. He never forgot his friends, and was devoted to
his family. Even as a baby, he was a calm and reasonable little pup. I
think he was a counterbalance to one of his tri litter brothers,
Calypso It's Elvis at Terrarust. "Elvis" was the Al Capone of
basenjidom ( a thief who also directed his henchmen basenjis to thieve
for him!). As babies, Elvis was always perched at the top of the pen
fence, expecting to be plucked off and up into my arms (and of course
he was) for kissing. Faithful alcolyte brother, Chief, imitating his
Fearless Leader, clamoring for more of the same right behind him.
Sitting peacefully in the corner and awaiting their turns were the two
red littermates: Indy and his sister, (soon-to-be) Am/Can Ch Calypso
Ingenue. They knew their time would come, but it was useless to attempt
to get between Elvis and whatever it was that Elvis wanted. Once away
from home, Ingenue ("Style") became her own sort of diva as was
befiitting all the Macho/Cruz female offspring, but Indy remained a
center-of-the-storm sort of dog - unflappable, fun, but never frivolous
or prone to hysterics for the sake of drama. If one could have
just one near-perfect dog in life, good looking AND good doing, then
Indy was pretty close to that kind of dog.
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