#13-059 Malakai

age 3 years; weight 72 lbs.

Medical Hold

Heartworm Positive

Aloha! Pehea ‘oe?  In case you’re not from the great state of Hawai’i, that means “Hello! How are you?” I sure do take after those Hawaiians—I may be the friendliest golden you’ve ever met!  And see how my name’s spelled… M-A-L-A-K-A-I. Just toss a lei around my neck and call me a native islander.

After spending a few months in foster care, wait.  What? I know, I know.  I know what you’re thinkin.’ Why am I just now bein’ introduced to you?  Well, for a while there, my foster mom was thinkin’ real hard about adoptin’ me. She says, “I’m going to miss this guy soooo much, but Mandy needs to be an only dog.  If I’d met him first, I’d be keeping him, that’s for sure!” So since her resident dog just can’t deal with my sweetness, Miss Gail has to give me up.  

But don’t worry about me; just like those Hawaiians, I make friends wherever I go.  Let’s go ahead and count my friends. See, I have Mandy at home—we roll around all day long, playin’ keep-a-way from each other.  I especially like to sneak her stuffie and go to town on it.  I’ll go ahead and count my foster mom as number two.  And I guess you could say I’ve made friends with our two kitties also. We ignore each other, but that counts, right? 

Are ya lookin’ for a therapy dog?  I fit the bill.  Calm, gentle, and happy-go-lucky, though I may not be wearin’ a grass skirt, I sure can do a mean hula. When I see someone new, my hips sway back and forth, back and forth like I’m doin’ that famous Hawaiian dance.

Maybe you’re just lookin’ for a snuggler?  Well that’s me too.  In bed at night, I’m sort of a bed hog, curlin’ up as close as I can to you.   And even though I’m about 70 lbs. right now, I’ve still got a few more to put on.  So hopefully you’ve got a bed big enough for me too.  I’d be ok sleepin’ on the floor, but ideally, well, I’d like to cuddle with ya. 

My foster mom must confess though, I’m not always the best bed partner.  Since I like to snuggle so closely to you, I get a bit too close. She’s woken up a few times with me breathin’ my doggie breath right up in her ear.  She says it’s creepy. I say it’s love.

One thing’s for sure, all that surfin’ in the Pacific did not rub off on me.  So don’t expect me to grab my paddleboard and head out for the waves.  Much too scary when you can’t touch the bottom.  Cause who knows what’s lurking below? Hey, I saw Shark Week.  I know what happens in the deep end of the pool.

So baths are where it’s at. I do love my baths—there ain’t no chance of hammerheads sneakin’ up on me. And when my foster mom gets out the water hose and starts a-sprayin’, I just can’t stop myself!  Hana hou! Hana hou! Do it again! Do it again!

My foster mom says I’m probably allergic to beef and chicken, and maybe some other stuff too, so all that cool water runnin’ down my back feels soooooo good—sort of like one of those Hawaiian waterfalls I saw on the dog channel.  She thinks I need to have my allergies tested to see exactly what’s goin on.

Now can’t you see why I’m just now gettin’ posted? Because accordin’ to her, I’m the perfect dog for any family—just as long as you promise to take care of my ol’ allergy problems. 

So when you decide to adopt me, maybe you’ll want to change my name to Ku‘uipo.  Because I can promise you that’s what I’ll always be—your sweetheart.