Blood Brothers

Tripod dog Wyatt Ray gets beat up by four legged Labrador Riley.

Oh Cousin Riley, why did you have to try to hump my head?Β  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.

Author: wyattraydawg

I am Wyatt Ray Dawg, Tripawd Extraordinaire, and Leg-A-Cy to my hero, Jerry G. Dawg. My pawrents are Jim and Rene, creators of Tripawds.com.

11 thoughts on “Blood Brothers”

  1. Aww Wyatt, what did you need another ear for…. you have plenty already! haha No seriously, I love your big pointy ears. If you played with me I would never bite your neck, I promise.

    Nova

  2. Sounds like Cousin Riley needs some manners! Humping the head??? Labs can be such jerks at times especially the old and cranky ones. I say, no stitches – no harm.
    I’m gonna guess that pic was before “the incident” since we don’t see any blood???

  3. Yep, the pic was before we brawled! Things were going great until just after we took that pic.

    The Purple thing wasn’t Barney, just some purple toy.

  4. Maggie had a boyfriend named Limo once who got the ends mixed up.

    He was being very amours and Maggie thought ‘it’ was a squeaky toy.

    I wouldn’t call the ensuing sound a squeak exactly….

  5. Wyatt –

    You gotta be careful of the ‘old and cranky’ πŸ˜‰ Don’t let anyone tell you, you have big ears…I think they are NORMAL like mine! πŸ˜‰

    Maggie

  6. It’s all fun and games until someone ends up in a cone!

    Too Funny! I just downloaded an image of a T-shirt with that saying and am wondering who the original author might be. Any idea?

  7. Original author?…I am truly hurt. Of course it was me…I would never, ever, ever, plagerize. Unless it was something very, very funny that I saw in one of my mom’s dog catalogues.

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