The Tripawds Leg-a-cy Continues!
Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt flies south from Colorado to Texas for winter.
Well it’s about that time of year again and maybe now I can say I’m a road dawg veteran. This is my third year of winter roadtripping with the humans.
Summer, you were pretty good to me while I explored Colorado where the humans worked. What more could a dawg ask for?
But now that Old Man Winter has arrived, it’s time for me to check out of those icy cold Rocky Mountains and go south with the snowbirds.
Come on Dad, hurry up!
Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt Ray stays home alone without the crate for the first time.
The German Shepherds play. Or at least I will, all by myself!
Today Mom and Dad left me all alone in the house, without locking me in the big ugly cage! Can you believe it? First time EVER, for that long.
They’ve been messing with my head lately, leaving me all alone in the house for a few minutes each time, but today was the real deal.
When they left this morning, I heard Mom say she “thinks” they can trust me alone for a couple of hours. I don’t know why she was so worried!
They were gone all morning and when they came back at lunch, there I was waiting for them, being my usual charming self.
I didn’t eat anything I shouldn’t have, chew on anypawdy’s shoes or scratch at the door. All I did was dance on the couch for a little bit, which tired me out so I slept. When I woke up, I heard them in the driveway.
“You’re a big boy now, Wyatt!” Mom sez to me. “You’re all growed up!”
Really? Me?
No more crate? No way!
Let’s pawty!
Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt Ray runs the ranch in Lake City, Colorado.
Rolling….rolling….rolling…keep them dawgies movin!
There I was, chilling after my big surgery and milkin’ it for all it was worth, when Mom and Dad start packing up the doghouse on wheels and away we go to Cowboy Country.
They tried bringin’ me here when I was a punk kid, but I went CRAAAAAAZY so we left after just a week or so.
Now that I’m older and wiser….ok, older, they thought they could try it again. So Dad’s talkin’ like he’s gonna go play farmer or something and I’m LMAO going “Uh huh, sure Dad, you’re going to trade in that laptop for a tractor eh? Riiiiiiight.”
But look, he wasn’t joking! Yep, that’s him on the left, working on the big hay machine, instead of banging away on that keyboard.
He’s all beat up and his neck is sun burned. I think they call that a RED neck, don’t they? Hah! But that’s why you ain’t seeing him much around lately.
Me, I’m diggin’ it here being a ranch dawg and chillin with my peeps, a pack of wild Shelties and lots of freaky critters like fish and deer and I hear there’s elk too but I ain’t never seen them.
Mom is also working hard but since she’s taking pictures she’s never in them. Trust me though, she’s kickin’ butt doing a lot of gardening stuff here.
I heard them talking about coming back for like all summer next year. I like this ranching thing. A few more weeks of this and I’m going to be running that tractor myself!
Three legged Wyatt meets tripod Dakota at the Larimer County Humane Society Fire Hydrant 5 Fundraiser in Fort Collins.
I’m finally recovered from the wild and crazy pawty at my crib last weekend. Whew! Who knew that keeping up with a nine year old Tripawd and his girldog bodyguard would be so much work?
Dakota and Evelyn came to see me doing my working dawg impawsonation.
I had to demo my Fit Paws skills at some big event in town.
My fans kept rushing the stage, I had to keep them away.
It got so bad that I had to call in my crew to keep them back!
While Dakota was working hard trying to get people to buy my Mom’s Tripawds jewlery
and Evelyn was looking for something to eat . . .
I got so excited!
Someone yelled “WYATT!” and they weren’t yelling at me! Another Tripawd with MY name showed up!
I dunno though, he wasn’t too cool with my antics. What up dude, how come you aren’t digging my barking?
After that long day in the pawk, we took Dakota and Evelyn back to my crib in the woods.
I’m not sure if they were too hoppy about it. Evelyn tried to kill me a few times. No really, she did. I’m just glad that Dakota’s Mom and human brother didn’t seem to mind my doghouse rules.
Thanks for coming by Shari and Aidan! I love you!
And as for you Dakota, well, I owe ya buddy. You’re really cool.
Your sister though….she kinda freaks me out.
Crazy three legged German Shepherd tripawd Wyatt Ray Dawg plays on the beach in Humboldt County, California.
Oh Northern California, how I miss you so!
Even if the sun didn’t shine when I visited you, at least you gave me lots and lots of room to run and go wild! Ah, the memories.