My Adventures – Page 3 – Way To Go Wyatt

Get Ready: Wild Tripawd Boy Meets Wild Alaska

Join Wyatt Ray Dawg on his trip of a lifetime as he travels north in the dog house on wheels to spend summer in Alaska.

And just like that, we’re off. North, to Alaksa! Can you see it? Me, in the land of mushing and snow and plenty of places to roam.

Wild Tripawd Meets Wild Alaska — I’m ready Alaska, look out!

We are getting into the spirit too. Mom and Pops found a pile of snow for me in the California mountains, just ’cause they know how much I love it.

Spring? Where’d it go?! It wasn’t much snow, but enough for me and Boo Boo Bear to have some fun!

I will sing my version of North to Alaska all the way there and back. Join me.

Wild Wyatt left Colorado in the year of twenty eight-teen
With Pops his partner and mama Nay too
They crossed the Yukon river and they found the bonanza gold
Below that old white mountain
Just a little south-east of Nome
Wyatt crossed the Majestic mountains to the valleys far below
He talked to his team of huskies
As he mushed on through the snow
With the northen lights a-runnin’ wild
In the land of the midnight sun
Yes Wyatt Ray was a mighty Dawg
In the year of twenty-eighteen
Where the river is windin’ big nuggets they’re findin’
North to Alaska go north the rush is on
North to Alaska go north the rush is on

See you on the road peoples!

This Tripawd Goes Here. There. And Everywhere.

Wyatt has been busy this winter, including a stint as movie star and director for a short film about his life in the dog house on wheels.

I’ve said it before. I’ll bark it again. I’ve been everywhere, man. But you’d never know it based on my blog. Hey, a travelin’ Tripawd Spokesdawg has lots to do.

I’ve got roamin’ in my DNA and lately it’s taken me to my favorite places like the desert. My people are afraid of winter. So we wait there until it’s over. Or until something important happens, like . . .

My big movie debut!

Ok well not really a movie, but a video about my people. We traveled around in the Arizona outback where a film crew followed me and my people in the dog house. It was a lot like when Jerry was on TV. But this time, I was the star!

And since the director knew what a talented dawg I am, he strapped this movie camera on my back and let ME do the film making. Just wait, you’re gonna love it.

I get tired just thinking about all that movie stuff. You won’t believe what we did! I can’t say anything more for now but I promise I will soon.

Over and out.

One of These Things is Not Like the Other

Tripawd Wyatt ends up in a cone again at the dogtor but this time it’s not his fault he says.

Seems I can’t go a whole year without ending up in the cone of shame. “It’s always somethin” my maw says. Only this time, it wasn’t my fault, I swear!

Tripawd, German Shepherd — And I asked myself, “How did I get there?”

Last week I woke up feeling bad. I dunno, something made my stomach upset. Before I knew it, last night’s dinner came back up. Only before it landed on the floor, I inhaled it. “Eeew!” I know you’re thinking. But hey I’m a dog, it’s what we do.

Problem is those tasty left overs went down my windpipe. Then I got a fever (104!). And then it was the hospital for me.

They called it new-moan-ya. Whatever it was, now it’s hard to breathe. And I’m not real hungry. But they let me go home and I’m trying hard to feel good again. I’ll be back soon when I feel good enough to tell you more.

A Turkey Tripawd Gets Traction in da Pawliday House

Did Wyatt Ray have another pie-a-thon this Thanksgiving? Find out in his latest adventure when a Turkey Tripawd Celebrates a Festive Pawliday.

Hoppy Thanksgiving weekend Tripawds friends! I hope everypawdy had a fun pawliday getting spoiled by the pack. Mine was okay. Unlike last year’s pie-scapade, this year’s festivities were low key for me. Let’s put it this way: I didn’t end the night by throwing up or seeing the dogtor!

Turkey Tripawd looks for the pawliday celebration — Where’s the pawty?

My people took me to my grandpawrent’s house. They have slick floors (and I don’t mean cool slick) that make it hard for me to walk. Mom was freaked out so she got me some more Paw Friction stuff and put it on before we made the big drive.

Turkey Tripawd, Paw Friction, Traction — Wait? Are you gonna use this on ME?

I’m not a fan of anyone touching my feet. But in this case it was a good thing. I got to my grandpaw’s crib and was able to hop around and beg for treats!

Unfortunately, mom and dad told everypawdy about my notorious pie-a-thon. “Don’t turn your back on him and don’t feed him anything!” they said to the other bipawds. So I got NO pie at all. Isn’t that mean?

Turkey Tripawd — Where’s the pie? I’m waiting!

Lucky me I got cooked sweet potato and some dark turkey meat instead. Better than nothing I say, and it makes me grateful for having such a pawesome pack who makes sure my belly is well fed. Even if it isn’t with pie.

I hope that your human and furry pack mates are having a fun pawliday weekend together! Keep in touch!

Tripawd Turnip Timeout

Wanna see a three-legged German Shepherd have a good time? Watch Wyatt Ray have a Tripawd Turnip Timeout!

Hey pawty people, it’s been a long time hasn’t it? I’ve got so much to tell you. My summer was full of unexpected adventures. Instead of patrolling the ranch like every other summer, I watched over the lake at Jerry’s Acres when my k9 coach said I could swim again.

Tripawd Swims — My summer in a nutshell.

I dig the water. I can swim all day. You’d think I was part Lab or something. But I’m not all about swimming. When I don’t feel like doing laps, I play turnip toss with my dad. Check it out.

We spent all summer in the mountains. I loved it there. No leashes, hardly no people and lots of crazy animals around. Oh but did you notice I said loved? Yeah, my people put a sign out in front of the dog house one day and the next thing I knew, they took everything out of it. Soon after that, we left in the dog house on wheels and some new people showed up with their stuff.

Tripawd Turnip Time Out — My most favorite toy. Yum!

Now it’s time to get back to the road dawg life. That’s cool, ’cause it’s all I really know. Been doing it since I was a wee thing. I love the different places we live all year. Well, usually.

My people parked the house in California a few days ago and it’s HOT here. I didn’t even get to play in the Colorado snow this year. What a drag for this snow dog. My mom say she hates snow and cold and all that. So when the white stuff falls from the sky, we leave. We do what she says in this pack. After all, when mom is hoppy . . .