Category: My Adventures

A Dog with a Job

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt Ray Dawg finds friendship in the sheep herd at Vickers Ranch, Lake City Colorado.

When my peeps said we were going to be at Vickers Ranch all summer, I was thinking I’d be surrounded by big scary horses and dumb ass donkeys. They’re no fun, they don’t like dogs like me and won’t play nice.

But when we got here, guess what I found?

My peeps!

The ranch has sheep now, and they totally get my game!

Practically every morning I get to go out to my friends and say hello, and tell them that Sheriff Wyatt is in town.  “No need to worry, my friends, I’m here to protect you!”

“Baaaaaah!” they tell me. “Baaaaaaa….ooooookaaaaaaaaayyyyyy”

And unlike those hooved critters, my sheep friends totally get what I’m all about.

Finally, someone understands me.

I love it here!

Mom and Dad Come to their Senses, Finally

Three legged Wyatt Ray Dawg goes home to the Colorado Rockies.

Yipee! No more thorns, no more heat, no more stinky river water. See ya later Texas!

Oh I’m so glad my pawrents came to their senses. We finally left Texas when the heat got to be too much for us. I’m so glad, I was sweatin’ it up every day and it wasn’t fun with my tongue hanging out all afternoon. Mom kept throwing water on me to cool me off.

So 1,000 miles later, now we’re back in the cool, cool Rocky Mountains at Jerry’s Acres. I am SO glad! There’s no snow but it’s not 99 degrees either. Now, my job is to regulate the Moose that keep coming around. I hate moose but I sure love eating their poo!

I hear that we’re going to try to have a Tripawds Pawty on May 19 in Fort Collins. Anyone care to meet me there? I promise I won’t bite.

No nadar en el río

Three legged adventure dog travels along the Rio Grande River in Texas.

Just when I thought I liked this swimming thing, I get to a river where Mom sez “No Wyatt! Get out of there!”

The Rio Grande River here in Texas is no place for dawgs. It’s mucky green and doesn’t hardly move and if I go in there, Mom says some guy named Montezuma will get me.

Well if I can’t go swimming, what am I supposed to do? It’s NINETY SIX degrees and we have no air conditioning! Ayi carrumba!

Why? Because my Mom and Dad are EL SUPER CHEAPOS and they always stay where it hardly costs nothin. So we’re along the river next to some place called Mexico.

I don’t know why I can’t swim there. Why, I see some dudes crossing it right now. Oh look,they’re coming this way!

Big Hats, Big Dogs, Big Country

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt gets a big attitude in West Texas.

They say everything’s bigger in Texas. I like a state that’s big enough for me, but Momma sez even my ego is too big to fit inside this place, whatever an ego is.

We got here to a place called West Texas. It’s like an Old West movie, and some towns I went to are so cool they’re in the movies a lot.

Big cactus, big hat wearin’ cowboys, big haired ladies and big wide open places for me to run, run run. I like it!

Sometimes I overdo it and play too hard though, so today I’m taking it easy on the couch to tell you what I’ve been up to.

One thing I noticed though: these Texans know how to grow those cactus things really big. Which means one thing: big, big thorns! Ouch! I keep getting them stuck in my paws. When I wear my Ruff Wear boots I don’t get ’em, but as soon as I go all nekkid, those thorns like to find their way up in between my toes. Just a few steps and it’s like walking on hot coals!

All you Texas doggies, please tell me how you get around without your feets hurting all of the time? Do you just chew those thorns up and spit ’em out? Or do you wear custom cowboy doggie boots?

Hmm. I wonder if the Fake Prada Store has any?