The Mayor & the Mallie

Saturday was a big day for the Mallie. Humom took me out to watch the Aloha Flower parade. We were right at the end, at the Queen's park, and stood around with a whole lot of people -- even more than are usually in our park! Some even brought chairs and food -- but none for me. I did scarf up a chicken bone, but as usual humom dug it out of my mouth before I could chew it up and swallow it.

What most of the people were doing was cooing over the Mallie, petting me, photographing me, and talking nonsense about my being a Sibe. I am not a Sibe! Humom was talking non-stop: no, she's not supposed to have blue eyes, she's a Malamute. Her ears are small because she's a Malamute. She's big because she's a Malamute. Thanks, and yes she's pretty, but she's a Malamute.

So when a guy came by in a car and yelled over, "pretty Husky," humom automatically yelled back, "Malamute!" Then she noticed that the sign on the car said "Mayor Peter Carlisle." She was kind of embarrassed, but honestly, is the guy fit to rule?

Then some beautiful horses came by, and I went into complete Mallie ecstasy. Humom does not understand how I feel about horses, she just knows that I really like them, because my ears and tail fly up and I get all prancy. And in this case, the horses were esp. lovely, and so close. So humom walked with me over to where their trailers and handlers were waiting to go home, and I got to talk to a couple up close. What we talked about will remain between us!

Of course we could not avoid talking to hupeople as well. A very nice man with brown Mallie-like eyes called us over to a group from a ranch in another part of Oahu to talk about Mallies. We ended up being invited out to the ranch. I hope humom will remember and take me there soon!

--- Missy out