Way To Go Wyatt

There aren’t too many things in this world that I’m afraid of. But the other day, I met this hairless Peruvian bitch who brought me to my knees.

Lily had fire in her eyes and sported a mohawk that would make punk rockers proud. She had a bark and she wasn’t afraid to use it.

She was definitely my kinda girl.

Lily. The punk rocker hairless bitch from Borrego Springs California. I’ll never forget her.

You can’t say I don’t know how to occupy myself. See, I’ve been digging these great huge holes out here in the desert, trying to find out what’s underneath all this dirt.

Mom and Dad don’t seem to care too much ever since they heard that digging is good exercise for a Tripawd’s wrists. Plus, it’s not like there’s any grass here to ruin or anything (well, except this fake stuff). So when my pawrents working on whatever it is they do, I’m doing my investigations.

 Ok, now my Mom wants you to know that she knows that rope on my harness looks bad, but she and Dad keep a close eye on me and don’t let me stay on it unsupervised or get tangled up in it. Except of course, when I can’t stop them because I’m having a freak out.

Little do they know my evil plan . . . whenver I freak out, Mom and Dad have to stop what they’re doing, and take me for a WALK!  Bwwwwaaaaahhhh ha ha!

Speaking of yummy toys . . . my Sheppie friend Riley just did something that probably has us all beat.

He ate his Mom’s laptop and power cord! Not even my road flare trick or Codie Rae can top that one.

Geez, he was just trying to help her by getting rid of that box that makes her so mad all the time. His Dad didn’t scold him too bad though since Wiley Riley was smart enough to not get caught in the act. But later, check this out; his Mom came home with a new chew toy for him!

Hahahahaha! We Sheppies are the smartest dogs ever!

Class, Pay Attention!

Chew a toy of Mom and Dad’s + Don’t Get Caught = More Toys!

I think maybe Riley should come here and share some of his other lessons with us, don’t you?

When I got picked to be part of Mom and Dad’s pack, I never had my own toys before. I spent my life at the end of a rope, and the only fun I hever had was playing in the dirt, or barking at people.

But since I came to live with my pack though, they keep bringing me all kinds of cool stuff to play with. Like this big fluffy snake. And some guy named Bart. I heard the humans call them toys.

Whatever they are, they sure taste good. Especially the white suff that’s always inside them.

Yum!

Oh, by the way, can you see that white strip across my nose? That’s from that stupid Gentle Leader that Mom and Dad keep making me wear whenever I walk. That darn thing is making me lose my hair on my snout! I keep trying to tell them I don’t need it. So they take it off me, and the we go on a walk and I guess they don’t like the way I walk without it, becuase right back on it goes.

Maybe some day I won’t have to wear it anymore. I’d sure like my nose hair to grow back!

Mom and Dad have been calling me “Wart Hog” lately, whatever that is.

I guess it’s because I have this gross “papilloma” warty thing on my lip that started getting bigger a couple of weeks ago. Apparently I must have gotten it from some other dog.

Nice picture, huh?

I don’t even care about it. It doesn’t get in the way of my eating and that’s all I care about. But Mom and Dad keep pulling my scissor jaws apart and checking out my mouth like every five minutes! This thing is bugging them more than it is me.

Good thing it’s starting to fall off now and get smaller. I can’t wait till it’s gone.

Better late than never, right!?

That Northern California Tripawds Party yesterday at the Mill Valley dog park reminded my people of the awesome get-together we had at the same place back in December. But I had to remind them that we never posted the video they made in my blog! After all, I was the host of honor.

Check how I entertained all our guests …

Other videos from the party, including interviews with little Maggie and big Cemil will be coming soon to Jerry’s blog, or so I hear. For now you can watch them in the Jerry’s Friends playlist on his Tripawds Videos page.

Can’t say I don’t mind this camping thing at Slab City. It’s sunny and kinda warm every day. I get to hang out in the dirt, dig holes and even run around a golf course when Mom and Dad aren’t working.

Seriously. There is a golf course right here in the desert.

It doesn’t have any grass, but who needs grass to chase a ball around?

Tennis balls, golf balls, basket balls, I’m your dawg!

Mom says all this dirt I’m playing in is turning our RV into a dog house.

I say, what’s wrong wth that?

Ok how’s this: “Wyatt Ray Road Dawg.” What do you think?

We packed up and left my Grandpawrent’s house in Los Angeles last week. Now we are in the desert, by this big stinky lake they call the “Salton Sea.” This place is craaaaaaazy. Lots of kooky campers, some wild desert dawgs, coyotes, and crazy jets zooming around most days. They’re loud but they don’t bug me a bit.

The place we are camped still isn’t as nutty as my Grandpawrent’s house was. Over there they had people coming and going all the time, and lots of little kids who kept running from me. 

They were loud and made me all nervous and jumpy. I had to constantly be on alert there. Every time I barked they got more and more afraid of me. I wasn’t trying to hurt them, I was just being as energetic as they were, you know what I mean?

The funny thing is, they didn’t seem to get that maybe if they didn’t act so afraid of me, I wouldn’t have been so nervous. Duuuuh.

It’s pretty quiet here in the desert, and I like it that way. When dogs do come around, I tend to get pretty excited, but I think I’m getting better at sending silent psychic messages that tell them to be cool, instead of barking my head off.

Oh hey, here’s a picture of me eating these yummy raw rib bones that I got for my BIRTHDAY. Yeah, I turned 1 year old in January! Yipee! Hoppy Birthday to me! My pawrents are so lame, they didn’t make a big deal out of it like some Tripawd pawrents do around here. That’s alright, I’ll forgive them….this time. Maybe next year I’ll get some trachea!

Oh Cousin Riley, why did you have to try to hump my head?  I know you’re old and cranky, but I just wanted to play. I didn’t mean to get on your nerves. You shouldda told me you were tired, instead of pinning me on the ground and biting my neck so hard.

Sheesh, if you had just told me that, I wouldn’t have bit your ear in three places.

What’s a little blood between cousins? Glad you’re OK.

P.S. Mom says that she’s glad I defended myself. There’s nothing worse than seeing a Tripawd getting nailed by a quadruped.

All the people in my Mom’s family here in Los Angeles are afraid of me. I have no idea why.

They think I’m this crazy beast or something. Ok, so I like to say hello by wrapping my mouth around their wrists and nibbling on their fingers. And perhaps my ear-splitting “hellos” leave them shaking in their shoes.

Maybe that’s why Grandpa keeps calling me Lobo!

So hey, why not act like one? A wolf, that is.

Hoooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwllllllllllllll!

But see, I have a soft side too! I can be a real ladies’ man, you know!