wyattraydawg – Page 31 – Way To Go Wyatt

Who’s Chewing Who?

Three legged amputee Shepherd Wyatt works hard at the Doggy Olympics in Fort Collins and plays with his Mastiff and Golden Retriever buddies.

Last weeked my pawrents got me up extra early to work at a “Doggie Olympics” in Fort Collins.

It was a place where dogs competed for things like who could catch a hot dog from the farthest distance. My kinda games!

But I wasn’t there to play, I was there to work! Can you believe that?

We had a table there with all sorts of stuff telling everypawdy how pawesome Tripawds are. Mom and Dad were excited because it was the first big dog event that Tripawds was ever “officially” attending.

OK, I know I’m the official Tripawds Spokespup, but sheesh don’t I get Sundays off?

I was kinda cranky and barky at first, having to stand on my buja board to show everyone what Tripawds could do.

There I was, working my tail off (which is hard to do since it’s so long it hits the ground!), from out of nowhere, my jolly giant buddy Titus showed up.

I flew off that buja contrapion and we wrestled real good! Titus is my most absolute favorite buddy in the world.

Nobody plays better than he does!

Can you see how big this boy is? That’s his leg wrapped around me? Don’t worry, he’s not hurting me, he’s actually a decent wrestling buddy who doesn’t play mean, ever.

Then, just when we got all tired out, guess who showed up?

My favorite chew toy, Rhys!

Wouldn’t you know it though, Rhys isn’t the little puppy anymore. No, he’s actually pretty darn big, almost as big as me, and he’s catching up to Dillon real quick.

I know Spirit Tripawd Peyton is looking down on that boy, as amazed as we are that he grew so much in just a few weeks.

Next time I see Rhys, he might be even bigger than me. Hah! We’ll see who throws who down next time.

Care to place your bet?

Who Needs a Babysitter?

Three legged dog Wyatt Ray goes to Doggy Day Care in Fort Collins CO.

Ever since I got to Colorado with my new pack, we’ve been inseperable. In fact, there’s probably only been one time when we were apart more than two hours!

Finally, my pawrents gave me some real alone time, but not at home. . . at a doggy day care!

They went to some all-day bike ride thing, and since they don’t have a trailer for me (yet!), I couldn’t come along.

What’s up with that? I thought dogs were welcome everywhere in town? Mom and Dad didn’t want to leave me at home because we live an hour from anywhere, so it was off to the babysitter for me.

I was not pleased. I mean, I am waaaaay too big for that kind of thing.

Before I could go to the sitter, Mom and Dad took me to the vet for a squirt of water up my nose and a checkup. NOT cool.

I thought this babysitting thing was going to suck, but guess what? I had a blast! The sitter was a big place where I got to hang out in a comfy room of my very own (no kennels for big dawgs!), and crash a big dawg pawty too.

I was there for eight whole hours. Mom says she was nervous and kept wondering if I would try to eat a Shitzhu again or hurt myself.

When my humans finally picked me up that night, I showed them that no amount of time at a pet hotel could wear me out, no way.

I left the place barking my head off, doing my best Arnold impawsonation, shouting

“I’llllll beeeeeee baaaaaack!”

Pawtying with my Peeps

Three legged German Shepherd Dog Wyatt parties in Longmont Colorado.

You haven’t heard from me in a while. You know what that means? It means I’ve been a Very Good Dog.

Ok, maybe not all the time, but you haven’t seen my name in the headlines either, have you?

I’ve been an almost-pawfect dog, even at the Colorado Tripawds Pawty which my pawrents were really worried about taking me to.

They thought I might try to eat a Golden, nibble on a Shitzu or go around with my Sherrif Wyatt act.

But I dunno, something about being surrounded by my peeps just made me want to relax and have a good time. There were so many Tripawds there, and I got along good with all of them, even Rhyss!

I was really hoppy all these Tripawds showed up, it was a good day. Mom and Dad were relieved that I didn’t do anything to make people mad at me. Now we can have another pawty!

When I got home I crashed hard. There’s nothing like an afternoon of pawtying to make for one hoppy dawg.

Power to the Tripawds!

My Free Range Lifestyle

Three legged dog Wyatt Ray shares his thoughts on learning good behavior.

We’ve been busy up here in the woods, chasing after sqwirells and stix and managing the homestead.

It’s hard work being a free range guard dog. But I’m learning the difference between any old car that drives by, and creepy nigtime critters.

Sometimes I’ll grumble becuase I miss my loud BARK! BARK! BARK! routine so much.

Deep down, I know I’ve still got the CRAZIES in me!

Ahhh, some people say I’m growing up. I say I’m just learning how to deal with these two legged humans and their silly rules about:

I can only bark at some things
I’m not allowed to race to get my food
and . . . would you believe, I’m not allowed to shake human hands with my teeth anymore?

Sheesh. The things I do for these humans.

Some days I long for the times I could do whatever I wanted to.

But then I remember back to how lonely it was being chained up all day, so I figure the trade off for some nice company, great food and good times is pretty fair.

Dontcha think?

Play Nice or Be Eaten

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt Ray plays with Spanish Mastiff puppy Titus in Fort Collins Colorado dog park.

Life is kinda funny, you know? Just when you think you’re the Big Dawg in town, someone else comes along and makes you feel really, really small.

This is my new friend Titus. He’s a Spanish Mastiff.

Titus is my age. And he weighs 150 pounds.

Mom says she wants to bring Titus home to keep me in line.

Personally, I think this guy would make a better brother, don’t you?