Tripawds Spokesdawg Wyatt Ray wishes everyone a hoppy, healthy four and three-legged Christmas and new year!
Hello Santa Paws.
I think I’ve been a very good Dawg this year, don’t you? I mean after last year’s Christmastime Bellyache, I haven’t landed myself in the pawspital again. After all, we Shepherds are darn smart, we learn quick. No more “foreign objects” for me, I’ll stick with real food from now on.
It’s been a good year. I went from coast to coast, met neat people and behaved myself soooo good, like better than ever. After all, I’ll be seven years old in a few days, I think it’s time I act like a grown up. And I’ll show you how grown up I am now . . . this year, all I want for Christmas is for all the Tripawds out there to be hoppy and healthy for a long, long time. To get out of shelters, to live the good life and be with people who love them furever and ever. I don’t think that’s a lot to ask, do you?
Musher Dog Wyatt gets blessed with Spirit Bucky’s ashes on the Feast of Saint Francis Day.
Ashes to ashes . . . they say that’s all we are in the end. But we are so much more than that don’t you think? Take my friend Spirit Bucky for example.
Bucky, photo by TC Wait
Bucky was a pack member of the Odaroloc Sled Dogs, who you might know because of Tripawd Hero Calpurnia. Bucky was the kind of dawg who showed the world that statistics don’t mean a thing. He beat the cancer odds with not just one but two kinds of cancer, including hemangiosarcma! He made it 48 months when he was only supposed to stick around for six! His momma TC wrote in her blog:
Bucky was the kind of dog that didn’t care that he wasn’t a “real” sled dog. He didn’t care that his coat was thin, his legs a bit too long, or that his ears were apparently put on backwards. He loved being a part of his team, and when they sang, he did his very best to howl along in a baying hound sort of way.
So, you know how when you see someone cool, someone who just has a certain sparkle about them, you think “Man, I want some of what they’ve got!” Well, I got some of what Bucky had. Really!
Travelin with the Odaroloc Dawgs
When I saw the Odaroloc team last month, TC came over to share some of Bucky’s spirit with me. She carries his ashes around when the team travels. Sometimes dogs are lucky enough to get a dash of bucky Magic. . .
“Nice to meet you Bucky!”
On October 4th, the Feast of Saint Francis, which my people say was really cool to do on that day, I got some Bucky Magic. TC came over and took a pinch of his ashes and rubbed them on my head.
“Oh I’m not supposed to eat it?”
We’re nothing but a pile of ashes in the end, but I gots to believe that some of our goodness is left with those ashes too. So, hey ain’t it cool I got a pile of Bucky goodness all over my fur that day?
Tripawd Wyatt Ray Dawg meets up with the Odaroloc Sled Dogs and goes mushing in Telluride, Colorado.
Hey Tripawders it’s been a long time, did you miss me? Sorry I haven’t written, things have been really busy here, see?
Three-legged pawty animal.
Today I’m chillaxin’ and thinking about my friends, the Odaroloc Sled Dawgs. Last week I got to hook up with them again, in the mountains. And man, was it cool. I mean like cold enough for the Huskies to do their thing: MUSH!
Hey guys remember me?
And GUESS WHO got to go along for a run? You guessed it, the only three-legged German Shepherd sled dog in the world: ME!
I’m on the team!
When I met up with them the team was practicing for their big move to Alaska in the winter, so there was no snow, but that’s OK, dirt is just fine by us.
That’s TC, and she’s lead Musher Queen. She had to look hard to find an extra big harness just for me. See, working Huskies are small, and I’m not. But that’s kewl. It fit and she found my color.
Is purple my color?
I had to chill with the boys for a while, just to make sure we all knew what each other’s butts smelled like. After all, what else do you do when you’re running with team, right? I also had to practice my howling, just to make sure I fit in.
I can howl with the best of ’em!
Later that day, like really later, I passed the sled dawg test and got my chance to mush! We ran at night, because well, see, dogs see better than yous humans in the dark. Plus, it was super cold which is perfect for running.
Here we GOOOOOOO!
And we were off! We ran as far as any special needs sled dawg team could! There was me, and all of the retired Odaroloc team members having the time of our lives.
Don’t try this at home kids!
It was only a short fun run and not very far but dang! To be part of a TEAM, to run like the wind and pull and howl and . . . wow! TC says I found my calling. She better watch out. I might be hitching a ride to Alaska this winter.
Next time I got another story to tell you about the Spirit of Bucky. But I’ll save that one for later, it’s good. Over and out. And MUSH ON!
Three-legged German Shepherd Wyatt, Tripawds Spokes Dog, goes on an adventure in Oakland, California.
Today I went on a drive with my two favorite peeps in the world (other than my people Jim and Rene, of course!). That’s Ralph and Martha, leaders of the Oaktown Pack.
Wyatt hangs with the OP leaders.
You know, the ones with the three crazy awesome German Shepherd Tripawds! They were the ones who fostered me until I got to be the Tripawds Spokesdawg.
I get to chill with the OP for the weekend ‘cuz my people are going to a dumb wedding and no dogs are allowed. What’s up with that I say?
But that’s cool, I’d rather be hangin’ with my kind, wouldn’t you?
Tripawd Spokesdog Wyatt Ray Dawg has summertime fun in the Northern Colorado Rocky Mountains.
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!
