Category: My Adventures

Wyatt Houdini Ray Strikes Again

Three legged German Shepherd magic dog Wyatt shows how to make crate covers disappear.

The life of a magician is never an easy one. You’re always lookin’ for a way to top the last magic trick, keep that audience impressed, you know?

Well, I think I gave my pawrents the surprise of their life the other night!

They locked me up in my crate because they went to hang out with friends who had some dogs that were talkin’ trash about me (Ok, maybe I started it, but still….).

So there they go, thinking that the crate locks and four zip ties could keep me from my magic trick show. HA! I fooled them.

The Great Crate Escape

Behold!

On top of my crate, you will see a cover.

Mom sewed it herself.  It’s supposed to make me feel safe and calm. That’s what those dumb humans think anyways. She puts the front of the cover down whenever they leave me all alone.

Now, look carefully at the next picture.

 WAH! LAH!

Wyatt Houdini Ray has made the crate cover disappear!

And everything that was sitting on top of my crate too!

(Ok, I”ll let you in on a little secret. The cover, and the shopping bags, are inside my crate.)

Silly humans, they still have no clue as to how I managed to pull all of this inside, without opening the crate or bending the bars (of which I am totally capable of doing but was just too lazy to try that night).

Sheesh, when will they learn that I, Wyatt Houdini Ray Dawg, am smarter than they are? And I am perfectly capable of entertaining myself while they are away.

Do I entertain you?

Bad Boy Bernie Meets the Wild One

Three legged German Shepherd Tripawd Spokesdog Wyatt goes sailing in Newport Harbor Califronia.

Bernie, I think you’re hella cool. I don’t care what they say about you eating cameras and car parts.

 Terrorist or not, you know how to show a dawg a good time. 

When I first met you, I wondered if you had what it takes to keep up with an Oaktown boy like me, you being from the OC and all.

But I gotta say, you’ve got da fight in ya, and you know how to throw down some dang good moves!

After we wrassled around, I didn’t know where we were going, Mom and Dad wouldn’t tell me. All I knew is it had something do with water, since they put that stoopid life vest on me.

I hate water. But I wasn’t gonna tell you that. Or your sister. No way.

So I get in this little tin can thing in the water, and I goes for it. The can starts to move. Dude, it moved! I’m like “Huh?”

Who wouldda thought that riding in a boat, in water, could be alright. I used to think sailing and water was for sissies, but when I saw you get in there, I knew there had to be somethin to it.

Ah, the salty air. The big birds flying over my head. The dogs who passed by us that we got to yell at.

Man, I ‘m tellin’ ya, that was RAD!

Thanks for taking me around the OC, Bernie. Oh hey, you too Linda, you’re pretty cool for an old girl.

Now Bernie, tell me the truth…what did that camera taste like? You know, my Mom has one exactly like it……

Bad Santa! Good Dawg.

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt Ray parties in Los Angeles with Bad Santa and Granny Kay’s blanket.

Last night was so confusing. A freaky fat guy in a red suit crashed a big pawty I had to go to. Everyone was louder than me and laughing and eating, when Santa knocks at the door. He makes himself at home, pulls up a chair and then my pawrents insist on putting me next to him to take a picture. 

Santa said “Hey Dawg, come on, who’s you’re buddy? Come on, come here big guy!” 

I didn’t know who he was, right, so I say “Hey fat guy, leave me alone!”

Snap! Goes Mom’s camera.

Then Santa got up and left. Everypawdy laughed so hard when he stumbled outside!

Turns out the fat guy is OK after all. When I woke up this morning, he left boxes with paper for me! Wooo hoooo!!!

He said…

“To my buddy, Wyatt Ray Dawg….

Your partner in Crime, Bad Santa...”

I guess I did somethin’ right this year, because there was lots of stuff for me….bones, toys, treats, and a very nice blanket from Granny Kay!!!!!

Thank you Granny Kay, now I’ll stay warm and toasty, and look fashionable too!

I’m a pretty lucky dawggy. I hope that all of the shelter dogs in the world can find their furever homes too someday, because all of us deserve a hoppy Chirstmas!

Merry Merry Hoppy Hoppy Howlidays Everypawdy!!!!

Pawtying Down on the Pacific Coast

Three legged German Shepherd spokesdawg Wyatt Ray travels down the Pacific Coast to meet other canine amputees and friends.

Hey all you Wyatt Ray Dawg posse! I’m so dang behind in letting you know where I’ve been and what I’ve done. I’m sure you’ve all just been waiting to find out what I’ve been up to, haven’t you?

There’s so much to tell, here are some of the good times I had between Washington and California. Stay tuned for Pawt 2…the Tripawds Pawty in Northern Cali!

Pawty in Puyallup

The Tripawds pawty in Puyallup Washington was a BLAST! Although Lincoln’s peeps were cool, Lincoln didn’t care for my barkin.

Sammy was a cool pup. He’s a talker like me, only I think he was mostly telling me to shut up.

I talk too much for him I guess.

Whatever dude!

Sammy and Lincoln got along good. I think because they’ve met at other Puyallup pawties before.

Can’t please everyone I guess.

But when Julian (Dr. Pam’s dawg) got there, that’s when things got really rowdy! I wish all dawgs were like Julian, he’s my kinda friend.


This really nice girl named Laura brought what she said was her dog-in-a-box, aka, the World’s Only Invisible Tripawd, Captain Jack. I don’t get how she fit a dog in a box or why he wouldn’t come out to play, but that’s alright. I was busy barkin and rollin around with Julian.

Then, as many of you know, I met James the Poodle! He’s a cool old guy, I behaved myself around him, because well, I really just didn’t want to get too close. I knew there was a lion in that little Poodle body just waitin’ to swat at me if I got wild around him!

The No Fence Good Dawg Park in Portland

After Puyallup (had to have Mom spell that for me, that’s a tuff one), we went to Portland where I got to meet Indi! She is the world famous three legged Saint Bernard, and she was alright.

She let me bark in her face and didn’t mind one bit. We played a little but not too much becuase Indi took us to a dog park that didn’t have a fence, and Mom and Dad wouldn’t let me run around.

A dog park without a fence? Huh?

Mom says that it was “The Good Dog Park” and that since I’m still learnin’ how to be a good dawg, I couldn’t contain myself enough without a fence. It was leash play for me only.

But that’s OK, cuz then we went to have beers at the Lucky Lab Brewery in Portland. Mom, Dad and Indi’s Mom Raina, and Indi of course, all sat outside in the freezin’ cold just so we could all pawty together! Is that puppy love or what?


Following the Legend of Jerry



I really liked driving to the ocean, since I don’t get to see it too much. I think I’ve only seen it once before. There’s water there, which I don’t like at all, but I dig the sand and running with kelp in my mouth! Something about that fresh air just makes me go wild!




We drove to Eureka, where the world famous Spirit Jerry G. Dawg was born and lived with Mom and Dad for a long time. That was cool seeing where he got to pawty and hang out, like in the big trees. Man, I never see trees like that!

Even though I sometimes hate how all I hear is what a great dawg he was, I know I wouldn’t be part of Tripawds if it wasn’t for him. Thanks Jerry.

So anyhow, we go to see Jerry’s friends, like Diane here, who runs the doggie daycare where Jerry used to go all the time. Jerry really liked daycare, they say. Not me. I hate being confined, I want to roam and run free!

After Eureka, we went down south to see the NorCal Tripawds crew. Stay tuned, I’ll tell you about that in a sec. It’s intermission, go grab yourself a brewski and come on back for more good times!

My Great Adventure, Colorado to Idaho, Part 1

Three legged Tripawds Spokesdawg Wyatt takes a road trip to meet other tripod dogs from Colorado to Washington and beyond.

With all these miles behind us, now we are in this dark rainy place called Oregon, I’ve been too busy barking my way down the highway to stop and tell you about my adventures, so here goes.

Colorado

When we were in Colorado, I got to hang with Calprunia, queen of the Tundra and her Odaroloc Sled Team.


Cali, being the Queen, and 15 years old and all, supervised while me and the team ran laps around her estate.

I never get to run like that! Let me tell you, those guys can run!

I thought Calpurnia was so beautiful. She never said anything, but all of her power was in those eyes of hers.

I think I’m in love with an older woman.

A Legend Meets a Legend


Later, I got to hang with this old dude named Eisen.

Mom and Dad were mad because I tried to get him to play by barking and running circles around him, but he would have none of it.

He just tried to play it off like he was some cool dude who didn’t like getting dirty or something. 

Mom said I was disrespectful. After all, Eisen is a 12 year old living legend (like me, right?) and he has lived with osteosarcoma for almost three years now. Oh and Spirit Jerry got to play with him too, so they thought I had to be nice.

That Jerry, always messin’ things up for me. Blah blah blah.

OK OK, I get it, he’s a hero.

But he still didn’t want to play with me, so I was mad.

Going West!

After Eisen and Calpurnia, we went to New Mexico, Arizona Utah and Colorado all in one day. Apparently this marker thing was something very important and showed exactly where I was, so Mom and Dad made me sit on it.

Then it was hours, and hours of driving, and more driving. I don’t know how Dad does that. Mom just sits there with yarn and these sticks of some sort, moving them around.

When I wasn’t asleep I was at truck stops and gas stations, saying hello (“BARK!”) to everypawdy to announce my arrival.

Crossing the Snake River

After a while, we got to this place called IDAHO….

No, YOU DA HO!

hahahaha! I kill myself!

And with that note, I’ll paws for now and save my best stories for next time, when I got to meet the one, the only, James the Poodle! (Who I was very, very good around!).