This is my in-laws' new dog. They think she looks like a fox, so they gave her the very original name, Foxy. She had been a stray hanging around my father-in-law's office the last couple of weeks. He officially retired last week, and on his last day, he brought Foxy home. This is surprising because my father-in-law is not known for his sweet side. He is a kind man, but he is not affectionate to people much less a dog.
Here is the thing, she is such a sweet little creature, that she has brought out the sweetness in him. She is a mutt, but she definitely has a lot of basenji in her. She doesn't bark and she is house broken. She lies on his chest when he reclines in his chair in front of the television, and she sleeps all night in their bed. He spends his days puttering around the garage and she stays right next to him. wherever he goes, she goes. And, this is a man who would not let his wife eat french fries in the car, but now foxy sits next to him in the passenger's seat. This just goes to show what a dog (particularly a rescue) will do to someone's heart.