Playing Nice with Others at the Morris K9K Walk

Three legged rescue tripod dog Wyatt plays at the Estes Dog Park and at the Morris Animal Foundation K9K Canine Cancer Walk in Colorado.

On September 19th, my pawrents and I went to the Morris Animal Foundation K9K Walk to Cure Canine Cancer.

I was proud to be there representing the Colorado branch of Team Tripawds. I could feel my Spirit Brother Jerry there with us, hopping right along with all the cool dog pawrents and dogs, all raising money and doing their best to find a cure to that nasty disease. 

The walk wasn’t all sadness though. There was an awesome dog park right next to the route, which no dog in his right mind could resist.

Even with all that walking I did, I wasn’t too tired to play with these rowdy pups!

Thanks everyone, for helping out Team Tripawds and the Morris Animal Foundation raise $15,562 to help with canine cancer research.

Once again, I showed Mom and Dad that I can play nice with other dogs, even four legged ones.

 See, I told ya so!

Watch Out Where the Shepherds Go

Three legged hero Wyatt Ray Dawg discovers the joys of playing in powdery white stuff.

Winter WyattSomeone pinch me and tell me I’m having a doggy dream. I woke up today and thought “oh good, time for a walk.” I figured we’d do the usual morning run up the  hill.

But then Dad opened the door, and wooooaaaaah!

The dirt was gone. There was this white powder everywhere! I stepped in it and it was cold, and wet, and blowing all over me!

I played in it, I peed in it, I ate it (not in that order!), and had so much fun in it.

But what exactly is this stuff? And how come I shouldn’t eat it if it’s yellow?

Stronger Every Day

Three legged amputee dog shows his recovery video while playing in the Colorado mountains.

For anyone not too familiar with having a new Tripawd around, my Dad wants to show you what it’s like. He’s going to take regular videos of me to show my progress as I recuperate from my amputation, which was back in July.

Mom says we’re gonna focus on building up my strength After all, it’s not easy moving from that backyard where I was tied up in Oakland, CA, to the Colorado mountains at 8400′. But I’m getting stronger every day. I can do 40 minute hikes before I get tired (Mom says she can tell I’m getting tired when my back leg starts getting lower and lower on my walks). Mom and Dad always carry water when we walk, because I do like to stop for quick breaks. I let my humans know, by just plopping my butt down on the road, and not moving for a minute.

Here’s a video my Dad took of me just a few weeks ago, the day after the Tripawds pawty! See how strong I’m getting?

I’ll Check My Calendar

Three legged inner city dog Wyatt Ray learns to behave on leash.

JerryGenieWyattI spent the first eight months of my life tied up in a backyard. The only fun I got to have was barking at anything and everyone who I thought might come near me.

Now that I’m a free Dawg, and living the high life, I’ve been told that loud, mean barks aren’t exactly a good way to make friends. So I guess that explains why people run away when I start barking at them.

Mom and Dad are taking me everywhere they go. They want me to meet new dogs and people, so that I don’t bark at everyone whenever I’m on a leash.

090509_WyattFriendsThis weekend, I went to the Fort Collins Farmer’s Market. Lucky for me, the cool people in this town are really Dawg friendly. Every time Mom and Dad saw other dogs on leash, they asked if we could all meet and get to know one another. I heard them tell the humans that I’m “in training” to be a good dog on a leash.

WormManWyattI met some cool Dawgs who were also pound puppies. And then I met this very nice man who calls himself the “Worminator.” He said something about how he wants worms to eat everyone’s garbage.

I didn’t really care about that. I just thought the pile of worms and garbage he had there smelled really, really good.

Getting My Beauty Sleep

Three legged rescue dog Wyatt shares his love of lounging on the couch with readers.

All that time I spent running around at the Ranch sure took its toll on me.

Now that I’m back at home, I’m spending more time napping and less time being a cranky puppy.

Mom and Dad like this a lot. They say I’m a great office dog. They work all day, and I sleep. At 5pm, I ring the bell and let them know it’s time to go for a walk, by running amok and chewing on the corner of their laptops. Today I ran past Dad’s Mac, and yanked the cord right out!

I make sure they don’t work too much. And little by little, as we walk the roads in our new mountain neighborhood, my rear back leg keeps getting stronger.

In no time at all, I’ll run a mile faster than you can say

Codie Rae!”