Dude is this the best summer or what? My people aren’t working at the ranch this year, so we get to be together all day long! They work but we always find time to just chill out like this.
Me and Dad in the backyard.
I miss my job at the ranch, but I got plenty to do here. After all, someone’s gotta be The Sheriff.
Sheriff Wyatt Ray Dawg
When I’m not working hard, which isn’t that often, we go play. Like this!
Tripawd Wyatt Swims!
What can I say. It’s a Dawg’s Life.
Tags:German Shepherd·Jim and Rene·play
What the heck were Mom and Dad thinking when they put us in a van and hit the road last month?
Why didn’t they take our dog house on wheels? I don’t know, they shouldda. We were crammed in the van like sardines!
They kept saying “It stinks like a kennel in here!” I kinda like that smell but whatev.
We went from Colorado to Tennessee and stopped at all kinda places. Iowa was one of my favorites. That’s where we met Michelle, Angel Sassy’s Mom, in Iowa. She is so nice! She took some of the pictures here. Thanks Michelle!
My people like to go to crazy places. This weird thing in Iowa is for looking at the planets and the stars.
It started to get hot. Good thing we found the Illinois River!
Watch out. There’s more stories from the road as soon as Dad gets all the pictures off the camera!
Mom sez I haven’t blogged in a long time. And that’s setting a poor example as the Tripawds spokesdawg. Whatever.
I been busy. You know, walkin’ and such.
Since my last post here, we spent more time in the desert. I wore my Ruffwear boots cuz there was lots of sharp rocks and prickly catcusses everywhere we walked. [Read more →]
My name is Tripawd Sheriff Wyatt Ray Dawg and I approve this message.
This country is in need of some regulating, and I’m just the sheriff to do it. You need a dawg to come in and clean up your town, get rid of criminals, thugs and lunatics, and I’m your guy. Just call
Together we can take back your town and turn it into a Quality Neighborhood.
My name is Wyatt Ray Dawg, and I won’t let you down.
Tags:German Shepherd·RVing·three legged dog
E-I-E-I-O. And on this farm he had some . . .
After we visited Karma’s home town we went to see my friend Kevin the Heritage Hog Farmer. The trip got even better when I saw what was on the menu.
I was SO excited! But then they gave me the bad news. “No Wyatt, those are not for your dinner, they’re for other people’s dinners.”
So. Not. Fair. I’m outta here.