Malcolm was our first foster dog. He was one of the 17 pups that Dave was looking after around Christmas 2002 (he is the brother of George & Maia) and was originally called Vulcan. He was 16 weeks when we first fostered him. We couldn't really see ourselves calling "VULCAN!!!" in the park so changed his name to Malcolm, figuring that his new humans could still call him Vulcan and he might come back... This was probably our first mistake. RULE NUMBER 1: NEVER RENAME YOUR FOSTER DOG!
He was a very quiet and serious pup who was keen to stay out of trouble. Twiggy took him under her wing and proceeded to turn him into her personal Twiggyslave and teach him some of her games, the rules of which are very strict but obscure and generally loaded in her favour. Anyone with an older sibling will know what I mean... The best game of all was the mouthy game. Although Malcolm didn't really participate, Twiggy would hold his head in her mouth and slowly squeeze until he squeaked. He still bears the mental scars...
Malcolm grew and grew, different parts at different rates. At one point he was mostly knuckles and ears and his tail touched the ground. After a while GAL callled to see how we were getting on and we were asked whether Malcolm was very petite and fine boned like his siblings . Er....no, we said, he is big and chunky.... At the Beancross GALa we met George & Maia who were about half his size... Dave blames the diet that we gave him... We had started feeding our girls a BARF (bones and raw food) diet before Malcolm came along and soon had Malcolm converted to the same diet to make life easier for us. RULE NUMBER 2: NEVER CHANGE YOUR FOSTER DOG'S DIET!
So we adopted him. He was sweet and quiet and no trouble at all in the house... But as he got older he still hadn't really made a connection with us. This became worse as he matured and started thinking about Lovely Girls so we couldn't let him off lead at all in our local park. We started to think that he was a bit backward as he couldn't master the most basic commands and gave no indication of wanting affection. What we hadn't realised was that he was so worried about doing something wrong that he would just shut down and do nothing and when he would stare at us after his tea that really meant "come over here and pet me please". When we did pet him he seemed to be tolerating it but a discerning eye could just make out a slight flexing in the toes that indicated great pleasure. The roaming stopped after he was neutered but it took a while for his confidence to develop enough for him to give a paw (initially his paw would appear to levitate while he looked puzzled, but we were overjoyed!) and he has refined his sad puppy stare for petting and will even lean into you looking almost happy. The breakthrough was changing our walking places so that he could safely be off lead and now he is a brilliant dog who gets on with every other dog, comes when called, and loves nothing more than a big mindless run with all the other dogs chasing him, followed by a bit of petting in his bed back home.
Phew! Looks like I am starting on a chapter for the novel, Dave... I managed to keep Indy's bio down to a couple of lines but the juices are flowing now! Anyway...
Loves: Running and running and running Killing the imaginary fox in our garden EVERY night when the neighbours are trying to sleep Gurlssss!
Hates: When he finally runs out of steam and all the dogs in the park pile into him Vegetables Trouble
BTW. Hot tip for budding photographers. Get a white dog. Saves on all that skill and artistic eye nonsense...
Small Malcy gatecrashes Indy's sunbeam...
Q.What could be cuter than a puppy in a basket? A. A greyhound puppy in a basket!
Nobody loves me, everybody hates me....
King Roach
Oi!
Monarch of the Glen at John Muir. Y'all coming on the 18th now?
Brilliant! Malcolm from cutey-pie pup to big handsome boy in pictures is just amazing. Once more you've captured some really classy shots - pup in a basket, doofus, failing to stop and tongue hanging out are my favourites, although they're all excellent.
Hope you can find more to let us see of all your dogs. I'm really enjoying seeing them!
You've done it again, Dino! A superb shot of the most handsome Malcolm - everything is perfect in it - Malcolm, the light, foreground and background. What a star the big boy is!
Why, thank you all for your kind words.... I do believe I'm blushing!
The judges in the Spot the Baldy competition (Foster dogs / Lucy) would like to take this opportunity to state categorically that no flattery was taken into account when awarding prizes...
Wow! Thanks Dave! I know its stupid but I've come over all emotional... I've never seen these shots before! If you have any others or bigger originals of these please email them to me...
You'll notice that Malcolm was last one to get a teat. He's such a polite boy!
Juno is a lovely looking girl too. I can see where he gets it from. Do you know where Juno and the other siblings are now? I've only ever met George & Maia....
Hi Dino, glad you liked the piccies, didney realise you'd never seen them before! Glenda's goany burn a CD for you, we've loads of piccies of Malcolm and his brothers and sisters when they were just babies..
I've actually seen ALL his brothers and sisters this year at various GAL events, they are all doing great, you'll know about George & Maia from other posts on this forum, Aero is a wee gem and lives down in Stow with fellow GAL hound Ben, she was at the Edinburgh can collection last weekend, she's a real cracker. Toby lives just up the road from me in Carluke and Arta & Apollo live with the same family over in East Kilbride. The final sibling was Diamond who was sadly knocked over and killed when he slipped his lead, he was only 6 months old...
As far as I know Juno is doing fine, she went to a home in East Kilbride, sadly I haven't seen her at any events since she was re-homed but it's only a small number of owners who regularly attend events after adoption, we would have heard if she wasn't doing OK!..