Two days ago, I put Makamae of Manoa (aka Maka) down. After 15 years, the Woofer-dog, Pooper, Van Gogh bit his last tennis ball and ate his last cookie. To say he was a great dawg, is an understatement. Other than a penchant for cat shit, he was without a doubt, a perfect Golden. Amiable, welcoming, kind with children, cats, and other dogs, affectionate and loyal. And goofy, And handsome and adept at husking a coconut in 5 minutes flat.
He was wonderfully devoid of neuroses. Where other dogs (including the current Golden, Makana) were crazed by fireworks and loud noises (and had to be tranked on 4th of July and New Years), Maka dawg was merely curious and in his later years, given the gift of deafness. Or was it selective hearing? He would come lumbering into the kitchen for a handout when the can opener was wielded (maybe he just followed the cat). He loved riding in the car or the back of the truck. In his youth, he was so powerful that he could tow you with his tail while swimming.
As some of you know, he'd had a tough year with healing from his burn at the beginning of the year and his subsequent cancer which was discovered too late. He never uttered a note of complaint, even when subjected to such indignities as the dreaded "cone."
Tolerant of others, although he would not abide Makana taking his toys. He enjoyed a cold one with gusto! Here he is about to steal back his stuffed toy.While Pohaku cat loved him, he merely put up with her unless she got too close to his food dish.Here are some archived fotos of the Maka dawg (and company):
Honeygirl (L) & Maka dawg (R) sharing a stick!
Makana (L) & Maka dawg (R) sharing a stick!; enjoying a marrow bone; snoozing with Kathy
A very young Maka dawg Haole cat.
