The Malt was itching for an excursion. He was tired of being cooped up because of hurricane and tropical storm warnings.

Run, Maxie! Run like the wind.

The Alpha Japanese Female (AJF) and I decided to indulge the whims of the small white dog and take him on an excursion to his favorite places.

We started with a trip to Maxie’s Park where the Furball got a chance to stretch his legs and run over the broad lawn areas.

Max spots the AJF in the distance. He knows that treats are available.

Maltese have a funny “skipping” style when they run as if they are unsure whether to walk, trot or charge ahead full speed.

A brief pause on a park bench gave him the opportunity to catch his breath.

I made the sign of the horns above his head. He didn’t seem to care.

Then, it was back to streaking around the park, a high speed Maltese Fuzzbutt all the way!

Our next stop was Puowaina, (“Hill of Sacrifice”) more commonly known as “Punchbowl Crater,” the National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific, a very solemn place, beautiful, silent, heavy on the mind.

This is a solemn place, a place of heroes.

Puowaina’s first known use was as an altar where Hawaiians offered human sacrifices to pagan gods and killed violators of the many taboos.

Later, during the reign of Kamehameha the Great, a battery of two cannons was mounted at the rim of the crater to salute distinguished arrivals and signify important occasions.

On the fringes of Puowaina we stopped to gaze at the skyline of urban Honolulu. Such a gorgeous day!

Max and the AJF overlooking our urban Honolulu home.

All that activity worked up an appetite so we headed to the harbor and Gordon Biersch.

The beer special was a Heller Bock, a very well balanced and tasty brew in the style first brewed in the 14th century by German brewers in the Hanseatic town of Einbeck. But I digress.

Max lounged on his chair and accepted the fawning of nearby diners and drinkers. We slipped him morsels of the filet mignon sliders.

Lunch! Max got some of the filet mignon sliders.

We munched and chatted. The afternoon cruises returned to port. We ordered another brew and some fries to be eaten with ketchup and loads of Tabasco, of course.

The mood was laid back, relaxed and friendly. It was an excellent spot to while away some time.

So well behaved! He perches on the chair very quietly.

Finally, we left the port and headed home. A quick stop for the Malt to relieve himself and it’s back at the condo.

Well fed, lots of grins from jokes, good conversation, french fry theft strategies and dog scratches.

A very happy little Pupsicle.