Today Malachi, Blondie and Cochise enjoyed an extended morning play time. By the time it was over, Blondie and Cochise were absolutely exhausted and Malachi was beginning to feel a bit winded.
Malachi came to stay with us for a little behavioral modification. This fella was formerly known as The Tasmanian Devil because he was forever in motion: unpredictable, wildly energetic motion. Much of the time that motion was up toward your face.
Three weeks later we are ready to present the Reformed Malachi. He is still energetic – always will be: he IS a Feist – but now he has much more control over the direction that enthusiasm takes, and he knows a few rules of etiquette for use when interacting with humans. This should make him much more adoptable.
After the play session I took Cochise and Blondie back home for a well-deserved snack and nap. Malachi went into the truck for the trip back to The Newport Animal Shelter. He has a seat on The Bus (Rolling Rescue) this afternoon headed for New Jersey.
When I brought Malachi in the staff’s most common comment was, “Woooowwwww… THAT’s Malachi?” I’m very proud of him: he was well behaved and calm, even during the medical exam and crating (“seat on the bus” is a euphemism for one of many crates in a big van: a special transport vehicle).
When I got home, I spent most of the afternoon repairing the damage Malachi had inflicted on the dog house in his pen. When bored, he tended to amuse himself with home remodeling projects: like creating a new window in the end of his dog house, removing much of the wind baffle inside and stripping the shingles from the roof.
I tried giving him an assortment of chew toys and bones. Some kept him busy for a few minutes, then they were just gone. One, a wide, flat length of bone lasted several days and was something of a point of contention between Malachi and Rhonda; his neighbor.
Rhonda lives in Pen #2 and she has to pass through Pen #1 to get to the play yard. If Malachi left what was left of his blade bone laying around, Rhonda often tried to steal it. I had to put it up on Malachi’s dog house roof (where he spent much of his time anyway) to keep it out of her reach during transits. She has her own chew bones.
I opened the pen gates and brought my tools inside Pen #1. Rhonda stood in her gateway looking around. I could just tell what she was thinking:
“You took Malachi away.
You did not bring Malachi back.
Malachi is gone…
it’s MINE!” and she snatched up that blade bone, ran out into the yard and settled into a spot of grass to chew, very happily, on that bone.
We will all miss Malachi. He can be a hand-full, but he is good-natured, smart, and he wanted very much to please us: making him easy to train. And he does like to play! Cochise, Blondie and Rhonda (in limited fashion: she’s still recovering) all enjoyed playing with him. He is enthusiastic, but never vicious; their play never escalated into a fight as some dogs will. Happy tails to you, Malachi, and we hope you are adopted quickly.