From Desert Dawg to Beach Bum

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt travels to California off-leash beaches.

Oh California, how I missed you! Land of wide open beaches and waves and sunny skies.

Ok, forget the sunny skies part. It was Northern California after all.

We left Arizona and drove and drove. I thought the scenery looked familiar.

It was! We went back where we started last fall, to the windy cold city of Eureka.

Mom and Dad drove us all the way back, to say goodbye to an awesome friend they loved a lot. They were very sad. I know they will miss him.

I tried to cheer them up with my crazy antics. And even made silly faces just for them.

It was all fun and games for me. And I even behaved myself wherever we went.

I got to run without a leash on a long, long beach. The weather was nice and cold, just the way I like it.

But my beach bum days are over now. I heard something about going to this place called “home.”

Wherever that is.

See you on the road!

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

10 thoughts on “From Desert Dawg to Beach Bum”

  1. wyatt, so sorry to know your folks lost such a dear friend. we bet once you get a ‘sniff’ of the red feather lakes, you’re remember home very well. isn’t there a rotting elk leg waiting for you somewhere????

    charon & gayle

  2. Wyatt,
    It sounds like you were able to make your pawrents smile with the loss of their good friend.
    What a nice tribute your dad wrote. He acts like you – nutty but he’s a big mush ball on the inside – just like you!

  3. cometdog said:

    What a nice tribute your dad wrote.

    Fooled you! Rene wrote this, not to say I’m not nutty… but mushy? You callin’ me fat! 😉

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