See how three-legged Wyatt spent spring break in Colorado and Wyoming, and what he’s going to do next.
Oh man what a spring break that was. So there you are summer!
Well, there was no spring break for my peeps. They just worked like always. But at least some of it was fun for me. I got to get some therapy with my friends at Colorado State. And I even made friends with some new veterinarians who didn’t want to poke me, they just wanted to be my friend! I’m like, “You’re pulling my leg doc!”
When we got to Wyoming I had lots of breaktime because it was so darn cold outside! Don’t get me wrong, I love cold. It’s my people that don’t. So we didn’t do a lot outside until last week or so. When the sun finally came out and things warmed up, out came my wheels.
I used to like my wheels but now they’re kind of annoying me. I think they are crooked or maybe I am. My mom is doing all kinds of therapy with me to make sure I stay in shape. Sometime soon she will tell you about the contraption she sticks to my back, and the exercises where she IS pulling my leg!
Did you miss me my friends? If so, I won’t let that happen again. I’ll leave you with this little movie of my life during spring break. You can play it over and over again until next time I come back here.
It’s time for me to get outside. You should too! What are you waiting for?
Tripawd Wyatt gets to know the Canadian Cancer Hero Terry Fox, and how much he did to raise awareness of cancers like osteosarcoma so that a cure can be found and no more Tripawds lose their leg to the disease.
I am a Tripawd but I did not lose my leg to cancer the way lots of yous did. I know, too many, right friends? Amputation is ruff enough but cancer? Well, it bites. I know, because my predecessor Jerry G. Dawg had it. Osteosarcoma, to be exact. He’s been gone almost 10 years now, but my parents still get tears in their eyes just thinking about that damn disease. So when we were flying south from Alaska and leaving Canada, they made sure to stop at a very important place along the way, kinda like to honor Jerry. We stopped at The Mount Terry Fox Provincial Park.
Meet My Canadian Cancer Hero Terry Fox
You know how lots of people see a Tripawd and they go “Hey that dog only has one leg!” Of course we have three, but all they see is that one missing leg. We’re lucky that way. We have spare legs. People who lose a leg to a cancer like osteosarcoma are not as lucky. They must make do with one leg, and face life head on in a way most of us can’t even imagine. The Canadian hero Terry Fox was one of them.
You kids may not remember who he was, but you need to know and I’m just the dawg to tell you. Heck, my mom and dad were just little punks when the world met this one-legged hero. But they do remember hearing the story of this Canuk’s courage and bravery. In 1980, Terry was only 18 years old when doctors told him he had osteosarcoma. They took his leg. But they didn’t take his life.
The kid didn’t let cancer get him down! Just like us Tripawd dawgs! He knew he had to do something so more people like him didn’t suffer from the disease. But what could one person, with just one leg do? Well, he showed the world exactly what!
On April 12, 1980, Terry started an epic run across Canada to raise money for cancer research. On. ONE. Leg! Dude, not even a Tripawd could do that!
Nobody knew who this hero-in-the-making was (hey this was before Facebook, remember!). But by the time he ran 143 days and 3,339 miles across the country on his “Marathon of Hope,” the world knew they were looking at greatness. Later, Hollywood even made this movie about him.
Sadly, Terry didn’t get to finish the run. Cancer. Lung mets. I don’t have to tell you the rest of that sad story.
But it wasn’t the end of Terry’s legacy when he died at age 22. Nope. The Terry Fox Foundation got started. Look what he did! One man! He raised money to get the ball rolling and today that non-profit is one of the best, most successful cancer research foundations. Whether for pets or people, the foundation is doing all they can to help scientists all over the world find a cure to stop cancers like osteosarcoma.
As Sheriff Wyatt Ray, I’m ordering ya to learn more about the Terry Fox Foundation and support their efforts, got it? Because I want a cure. WE want a cure! And WE don’t want one more Tripawds member to suffer because of that disease, right? Not. One. More!
And now back to my regularly unscheduled misadventures . . .
Tripawds Spokedawg Wyatt found the perfect place to spend summer in Alaskanada, way in the cool north. Join him on his summer adventure!
Oh Canada how I love thee! Hey Alaska, you’re not bad yourself either! Thank you for a long, cool summer, it’s just the kind of weather a dawg like me prefers.
From the Yukon to the coast and everywhere inbetween, I couldn’t have asked for a better summer. There is water everywhere up here!
Every chance I got I went for a swim. Cool water? Who cares, if the sun’s out, I’m game! The only problem with all that nice water is . . . MOSQUITOES!
See the black dots in the photo? Yes my friend, those are the legendary Alaska mosquitoes swarming around me! As big as a house fly and completely indestructible. Scary beasts aren’t they? I was not happy when mom took this picture.
Of course being a three-legged dog, mom takes it easy with me. My hikes are pretty short and I only swim for a few minutes at a time (like maybe 5 laps), then rest for a few minutes.
When you’ve spent your whole life on three, that’s how it goes. Can’t be too careful right? Well that’s what she says anyhow.
As for me, well I know I can make as good a pack dawg as any. If I were around in the gold rush days I’d be right there with this pup, helping out the sad old miners.
I wish I could stay up here all year. This is my kinda place. But mom and dad are already telling me it’s time to go.
They said something about going back to Colorado in a few weeks. I’m glad because I like it there. But I also heard them say “When he sees the VET.” I’ll pretend I didn’t catch on to their ploy.
Keep on truckin’ Tripawds Nation, I hope you are having a good season.