One of These Things is Not Like the Other

Tripawd Wyatt ends up in a cone again at the dogtor but this time it’s not his fault he says.

Seems I can’t go a whole year without ending up in the cone of shame. “It’s always somethin” my maw says. Only this time, it wasn’t my fault, I swear!

Tripawd, German Shepherd
And I asked myself, “How did I get there?”

Last week I woke up feeling bad. I dunno, something made my stomach upset. Before I knew it, last night’s dinner came back up. Only before it landed on the floor, I inhaled it. “Eeew!” I know you’re thinking. But hey I’m a dog, it’s what we do.

Problem is those tasty left overs went down my windpipe. Then I got a fever (104!). And then it was the hospital for me.

Tripawd, German Shepherd
“Inhalation new-moan-ya” they call it.

They called it new-moan-ya. Whatever it was, now it’s hard to breathe. And I’m not real hungry. But they let me go home and I’m trying hard to feel good again. I’ll be back soon when I feel good enough to tell you more.

A Turkey Tripawd Gets Traction in da Pawliday House

Did Wyatt Ray have another pie-a-thon this Thanksgiving? Find out in his latest adventure when a Turkey Tripawd Celebrates a Festive Pawliday.

Hoppy Thanksgiving weekend Tripawds friends! I hope everypawdy had a fun pawliday getting spoiled by the pack. Mine was okay. Unlike last year’s pie-scapade, this year’s festivities were low key for me. Let’s put it this way: I didn’t end the night by throwing up or seeing the dogtor!

Turkey Tripawd looks for the pawliday celebration
Where’s the pawty?

My people took me to my grandpawrent’s house. They have slick floors (and I don’t mean cool slick) that make it hard for me to walk. Mom was freaked out so she got me some more Paw Friction stuff and put it on before we made the big drive.

Turkey Tripawd, Paw Friction, Traction
Wait? Are you gonna use this on ME?

I’m not a fan of anyone touching my feet. But in this case it was a good thing. I got to my grandpaw’s crib and was able to hop around and beg for treats!

Turkey Tripawd, Paw Friction, traction
OK I kinda like traction for Tripawds like me!

Unfortunately, mom and dad told everypawdy about my notorious pie-a-thon. “Don’t turn your back on him and don’t feed him anything!” they said to the other bipawds. So I got NO pie at all. Isn’t that mean?

Turkey Tripawd
Where’s the pie? I’m waiting!

Lucky me I got cooked sweet potato and some dark turkey meat instead. Better than nothing I say, and it makes me grateful for having such a pawesome pack who makes sure my belly is well fed. Even if it isn’t with pie.

I hope that your human and furry pack mates are having a fun pawliday weekend together! Keep in touch!

Tripawd Turnip Timeout

Wanna see a three-legged German Shepherd have a good time? Watch Wyatt Ray have a Tripawd Turnip Timeout!

Hey pawty people, it’s been a long time hasn’t it? I’ve got so much to tell you. My summer was full of unexpected adventures. Instead of patrolling the ranch like every other summer, I watched over the lake at Jerry’s Acres when my k9 coach said I could swim again.

Tripawd Swims
My summer in a nutshell.

I dig the water. I can swim all day. You’d think I was part Lab or something. But I’m not all about swimming. When I don’t feel like doing laps, I play turnip toss with my dad. Check it out.

 

We spent all summer in the mountains. I loved it there. No leashes, hardly no people and lots of crazy animals around. Oh but did you notice I said loved? Yeah, my people put a sign out in front of the dog house one day and the next thing I knew, they took everything out of it. Soon after that, we left in the dog house on wheels and some new people showed up with their stuff.

Tripawd Turnip Time Out
My most favorite toy. Yum!

Now it’s time to get back to the road dawg life. That’s cool, ’cause it’s all I really know. Been doing it since I was a wee thing. I love the different places we live all year. Well, usually.

My people parked the house in California a few days ago and it’s HOT here. I didn’t even get to play in the Colorado snow this year. What a drag for this snow dog. My mom say she hates snow and cold and all that. So when the white stuff falls from the sky, we leave. We do what she says in this pack. After all, when mom is hoppy . . .

 

Totally Tripawd Totality

Wyatt Ray Dawg experiences Totally Tripawd Totality when goes to Wyoming to see the 2017 Solar Eclipse.

I’m an active dawg, but the other day my humans woke me up way too early. It was still dark out and they made me get into the truck. We hadn’t done that for a while since we got to Colorado in June.

Colorado Tripawd Wyatt
Me at Jerry’s Acres.

So we drive and drive and I keep hearing the humans talk about the clips. I’m like “What clips dude?” but they just kept going on. And driving. And finally we stop by the side of a road and there’s all these people hanging out. They’ve got chairs and big technical things pointed at the sky. “Ok whatever” I say. “There goes my crazy people again.”

My people did the same as the other humans. They put out their chairs, did some stuff on their devices, talked, ate and seemed to be waiting for something to happen. I had no idea what they were up to until a few minutes later, this happened:

“WOW! WHEEEE!” Duuuuuude! Things went from morning to night . . . and the back again!

Colorado Tripawd Totality
Uh guys, where’d the sun go?

That was worth getting up early for, don’t you think?

Meet the Sin City Show Dog This Week at WVC

If you’re in Las Vegas come meet Tripawds Spokesdog Wyatt Ray at the Western Veterinary Conference 2017.

It ain’t easy being the Tripawds Spokesdog. On Friday my folks thought that it would be good to celebrate Tri Day by giving me a bath! What the …?

Tripawd, Bone Appetit, Las Vegas, German Shepherd
“This is a weird way to celebrate Tripawd Awarenss.”

Oh wait. I know why they did it. Because they want me all spiffy for the Western Veterinary Conference we’re doing this week in Lost Vegas. Yeah I get to be a dancin’ poodle all week, struttin’ my stuff and showing vets what Tripawds can do.

Tripawd, WVC, Las Vegas, German Shepherd
“Viva Las Vegas, here I am!”

Being a spokesdog at a conference is hard. The place where we stay has nowhere for a dog to have fun. Show days are long too, but the vets make it easy. After all, who better to come up and pet me all day long than humans who totally GET dogs like me? They’re my kinda peeps.

Tripawd, German Shepherd, WVC, Las Vegas
“I’m ready for my close-up.”

If you’re in Las Vegas between March 5 and 9th, come see me at WVC!