Giving Thanks on Pie Day

Can a German Shepherd eat two pies and survive? Find out with the latest adventures of Tripawd Wyatt Ray Dawg.

Hoppy Thanksgiving everypawdy! I hope you had as much fun as I did. My people cooked all day yesterday. Then their friends came over yesterday and I got very excited when I smelled all the yummy food. Like, stuff I NEVER see in our doghouse on wheels, starting with Turkey! Dude, I wanted to eat everything but I guess nobody heard my stomach growling.

Tripawd, German Shepherd, Thanksgiving, pie
Dude, did you not hear my stomach growling yesterday?

Mom and Dad and their friends put me inside the doghouse on wheels while THEY went to eat all the good stuff. Can you believe that? I mean, why didn’t they invite ME?

When they were outside, I smelled something good. Mom must have thought that little baby gate was going to keep me away from it I guess. But when I put my giant schnoz to work and saw they forgot to take the pies over to the dining tent, I figured I’d help them out a little. After all, no humans need to eat that much, right?

German Shepherd Thankgiving pie
Mom makes really good pies!

So I moved the pies from their hiding place and guess what I did? Yep. I. Ate. The. Pies. Yes, that’s “Pie” with a “S”. Oh my dawg dude, the pecan and pumpkin pies Mom made were to DIE FOR.

And when my people came inside to get the rest of the food and saw that I ate the pies, they almost killed me!

German Shepherd Thankgiving pie
I even cleaned up all the crumbs!

Luckily, I didn’t die. I’m feeling a little woozy today but after everything I’ve eaten (like a road flare and shorts, for starters), my stomach is coated with iron. Nothing can take me down! Not even two Thanksgiving pies.

Even after I helped them with dinner, I didn’t get ANY of that turkey. Aren’t they so mean?




New Year’s Bellyache

Three-legged German Shepherd Wyatt discovers the side effects of mixing Benadryl and Imodium together.

Hoppy New Years people! See how excited I am to start the year?

Well I was having a great day. Until I ate too many treats.

I mean a LOT of treats. Like a whole bag that my people left near me when they weren’t around. Hey, they were good, what could I do?

And later that day, well you probably know what happened.

What a mess!

So my people gave me this stomach helper called Imodium.

Only they didn’t know that it was going to make me verrrrry sleepy because I had this other drug called Benadryl earlier in the day (I’ve been having allergies).

And when you put Imodium and Benadryl together, they make for one very sleepy, dopey dawggie.

I’m all better now.

Head’s up people: if your dog eats a whole lotta something and he’s feeling sick, and you want to give Immodium, just be aware of the side effects for dogs OK?

Playtime with Pills

Help give your dog pills with interactive Doggy Twister game by Nina Ottoson.

They can put a man on the moon but can’t make pills that taste good. What’s up with that? Y ou’d think that for $97 a bottle for one of my surgery meds, they could make them taste like fresh bison meat or something!

If your dog is taking pills for something, I’ll bet you’ve tried all sorts of ways to disguise them. But have you ever made a game out of pills with your dog? Me and my momma now have an “interactive” pill game. Here’s how it goes.

┬áMom breaks out the Doggy Twister Game and puts treats in the compartments. She thinks she’s being sly by putting my meds in there but I’m onto her.

One by one I take each bone off the game and the fun begins. When all the bones are off, I can slide the doors around.

And what’s behind the doors?

My breakfast!

Oh and some pills too. But I don’t mind you see, because it’s so much fun trying to dig up all of my kibble! Sometimes I see the pills and skip them, sometimes I don’t see them at all because I’m nearsighted (didn’t you know, all dogs are, especially breeds with big schnozolas like mine!). Usually I leave the pills in there and we have another go-around. That’s my way of me getting Mom to play another game with me!

The Dirt: Mom is making me pimp out the Doggy Twister Game because she says I gotta help pay for my $97 meds! Go buy one today!

Big Eater, Little Kitchen

Three legged Tripawd mascott Wyatt Ray Dawg wonders why his Mom cooks his dog food in the RV kitchen.

Mom says that we went from an 18 cubic foot refrigerator to a 10 cubic foot one, when we moved into the Dog House on Wheels. Our stove is a lot smaller too she says.

I’m not sure what that means. All I know is that she cooks more for me, like every two days! And it makes me craaaaaazy when I smell it on the stove. She can’t understand why I drool and beg and whine and shake whenever that stuff is cookin’. She’s a great cook!

Mom says she’s thinking about buying me kibble, because she’s mad that she can’t put ice cream or frozen shrimp in the little freezer. She says my food takes up all the space! I say, “so what?!”

When we leave the Desert Rose and head to the big city, it’s kibble for me I guess, or at least until we get back to Colorado. Personally, I don’t care what I eat. I love ANY food. Mom doesn’t have to work so hard. I’ll eat polyfill stuffing from my Barney if she lets me.