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Make your vote: ACD or Basenji?


Two weeks ago, we adopted a two-year old female dog from our local Humane Society. Aggie is settling into home life very well and seems to be a very happy dog.

I have question though, concerning what breed the Humane Society tagged her as. Yes she is obviously beagle, but as the the Australian Cattle Dog, I have some questions.

She has a curly tail that goes off to either side.
She cleans herself like a cat, including licking her paws and "washing" her face.
She has a wrinkly forehead that makes her expressions quite interesting.
She also has bigger ears, that flop over due to being part beagle, but are larger than the average ACD.
She will often stand on her back feet to greet people.
She very rarely barks. In fact, she may make a single bark if a stranger comes to the door, or will squeak bark at other dogs while on a walk, or when I put her in her kennel when I take off for the day. But she does not bark very much at all.

All these qualities remind me of a breed of dog called a Basenji that originated in Africa.
What do you think?

Also, one difficulty she does have is in greeting other dogs. Otherwise, she loves people and desires to greet and get attention from every person she sees. However, in walks she seems very protective concerning other canines and will nip at another dog if it gets too close. Her short coat hair will rise in a line down her back as the dog approaches her as well. Again, this is the only time she will make a great deal of noise. Please, Let me know your thoughts.

This is a photo of a Basenji:
Image from Dog Breed Info Center For a video about the Basenji click here.

This is a photo of a Australian Cattle Dog:
Image from 22Dog.com For a video of the ACD click here.

What is your vote?

Comments

Anonymous said…
basenjis r cool but your dog is cute so im stuck sorry

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