Category: My Adventures

A Ten Legged Furry Family Reunion

Wyatt sees his German Shepherd Rescue of Northern California foster family in Colorado.

Before we left Colorado, my pals Codie Rae and Smokey came to visit me, all the way from California!

This is the crazy bunch I lived with last summer before my Mom and Dad took me home with them.

I never thought I would see that rowdy bunch again. When they pulled into my driveway, I went craaaaaaazy!

We played for three days straight. It was like a non-stop doggie rave.

Bark! Bark! Woof! Bark! ! Wooooooof!!!

I’m telling ya, non-stop! Codie Rae was so hoppy to see me, she leaped five feet into the air.

As you can see in my movie, we had a crazy time. I can’t wait to see them again, maybe after Christmas when we have another Northern California Tripawds Pawty.

I Met a Three Legged Donkey

My pal Max’s Mom was talking about prosthetics for animals the other day in the Tripawds news blog. That story reminded me about someting that happened to me recently . . .

When I went to see the good people at Colorado State University’s Vet teaching hospital back in October, I cruised around the campus and stumbled into a three legged donkey!

Ok, well, kinda. It was actually a statue of Primrose, a famous three legged donkey that the docs at CSU saved back in 1998. Here’s the story on a plaque next to the statue of her.

“When a few months old, Primrose’s hind leg was mauled by dogs. The leg was amputated and a prostheses developed to enable her to live a full life in the mountains of Colorado.”

Sculpture by Dawn Weimer outside the Large Animal medical Center at Colorado State University, Fort Collins.

Puppy Love at the Farmer’s Market

Three legged German Shepherd dog Wyatt plays with other dogs at the Fort Collins Colorado Farmers Market.

I’m a mountain mutt, and I like it that way. I run in the woods with my parents, stalk moose and deer, and chomp on pine tree sticks in my back yard.

But Mom and Dad think that I need to get out more, so wherever they go, I go along for the ride. This is a video of me hanging out at the Fort Collins Farmer’s Market. I met this cool pup about my age, who wanted to wrestle. Even though he was like a third my size, I said “sure, why not?!”

As you can see, I was pretty nice to him. He was a cool dog though, hope I get to see him again.

But Mom, Why Do We Gotta Leave?

Three legged Oakland dog Wyatt leaves on a road trip in the RV for winter.

I was just getting used to this country life, enjoying all the snow here, when Mom and Dad said “OK, it’s too cold! Time to go Wyatt.”

So they loaded up this big house on wheels, and we left Colorado yesterday. Now we are sitting at a place called a “truck stop” in Utah. I don’t know where we’re going but they say I’m going to like this adventure, “what dog wouldn’t?” they say. 

I’m not sure about this yet. My tummy is all messed up, and I poo’d all over my new house last night. That happened when Mom and Dad went to get dinner after the truck stopped working on the freeway. They locked me into my crate but I wasn’t going to poo in there! So I busted out. Yeah, all you dogs who get locked into those dumb boxes, just ask me how to escape, I’ll teach ya all the tricks! Mine was easy though, I have to admit, my soft crate just needed one good swipe of the paw, maybe two, and I was out. I almost broke all the way through the house screen door too, but Mom and Dad came home before I finished.

It’s a nice morning. Mom cleaned the rig, and now in a little bit we’ll get started moving again. I can’t wait to get out of this truck and run around again.

Gettin’ Rowdy with the Dawgs

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt plays at the dog park two months after his leg amptuation.

OK, Jerry, I got off my tail and posted tonight.

So, here’s a video of me on September 19th, just over two months past my amputation. Can you tell? Do I look tired? Ha! No way. I walked a mile, then stopped at this pawesome dog park to have a good romp with my pals. I sure showed them what a Tripawd can do!

Oh, you can thank my Dad for the gangsta rap music. I think he thought I was homesick for Oakland.