Nine Years and No Stoppin Me Now

Wyatt Ray Dawg turns nine years old today, come pawty with us and watch dogs sing happy birthday to our hero!

“Where does the time go?” I hear humans say this a lot. Silly bipeds, if only they would remember there’s no such thing as “time.” The only “time” there is, is happening now people. Right here, right now. And at this very moment, I happen to be a NINE year old Tripawd!

Nine year old Tripawd Wyatt
No. More. Unwrapping. Please.

That’s nine Christmases like this last one, which was the best ever. I opened so many presents I passed out.

You know what my favorite present was? Why a treat dispenser, of course! After all, I’m a chow hound.

 

That’s nine years of being Tripawds spokesdog and showing all those four-leggers like my new pal Donovan, that we Tripawds can keep up with the pack and show em how things are done!

nine year old Tripawd
“Hey kid, watch me!”

And that’s nine years of giving my parents more vetscapades and more gray hair. Sorry!

nine year old Tripawd

But best of all, it’s nine years of the road dawg life that I wouldn’t have otherwise had if it wasn’t for my pals the Oaktown Pack, who found my people when I needed them most. Thanks dudes.

Nine year old Tripawd
The Oaktown Pack gave me the good life.

Enough of the speech. Now it’s time to party down people and sing Hoppy¬†Ninth Birthday to meeeeee!

Wyatt’s Christmas Party

Wyatt Ray opens his presents Christmas morning after resting from his obstacle course workout.

I wasn’t up for doin’ much of nothin’ after my Christmas morning workout.

Wyatt rests after obstacle course walk.
Wyatt rests after obstacle course walk.

After all that high-stepping and balance work on our obstacle course walk, I was too pooped to party!

Wyatt is not interested.
Not interested.

But after I rested, and pooped…I gots to thinkin’…Maybe they got me some more yummy treats! Like that big ol’ bone, I’m still workin’ on! So I dug in.

Wyatt opens Christmas present
Whatchya get me?

Yeah, I can open presents just as good as Jerry ever did.

Christmas Present for Wyatt
Hmmm…

What was it? It didn’t smell great, but I ripped it open quick anyway. After all there was another present waiting!

Wyatt Christmas Present
Treats?

The first one was a stylin’ new red rope leash from Found My Animal. I woulda preferred treats, but it’s pretty cool.

Wyatt Christmas Present
Hmmm…not treats.

The second was a folding canvas bowl that attaches to the leash. That’s cool, ‘cuz all Tripawds should stay hydrated on walks! But still, no more treats. Whatever. Opening presents is the fun part anyway. Unless they’re treats.

Bath time for Wyatt
Tricked again!

If only I had known the first time the people used the leash would be to take me for a bath! Sigh…

Found My Animal makes sturdy leashes, collars and other cool stuff for dogs, inspired by nautical rigging. And the company encourages animal rescue. I’m cool with that. And I look cool in my leash.

I think my ma got this stuff at the #BetterWithPets Summit she attended. Guess I’m cool with her re-gifting it to me, even if it wasn’t treats.

Thank You Tripawds Mommas

Happy Mother’s Day to all three legged dog mommas of the Tripawds community.

To all the skin moms of Tripawds and Monkeydogs everywhere:

For all that you do to keep us three-leggers happy and comfortable, for all the advice you give and stories you share, and above all;

For being the most bestest momma, we thank you.

Hoppy Mother’s Day Momma!

On behalf of the Tripawds community, we salute you. Thanks for everything, really. You keep that Jerry’s legacy alive, and I’m sure he’d be pretty proud of the job your doin’. But I could take him.

Dig My Whirling Walk in the Desert

Three legged German Shepherd dog Wyatt shows us how he walks with the Gentle Leader.

You can’t say I don’t know how to occupy myself. See, I’ve been digging these great huge holes out here in the desert, trying to find out what’s underneath all this dirt.

Mom and Dad don’t seem to care too much ever since they heard that digging is good exercise for a Tripawd’s wrists. Plus, it’s not like there’s any grass here to ruin or anything (well, except this fake stuff). So when my pawrents working on whatever it is they do, I’m¬†doing my investigations.

¬†Ok, now my Mom wants you to know that she knows that rope on my¬†harness¬†looks bad, but she and Dad keep a close eye on me and don’t let me stay on it unsupervised or¬†get tangled up in it. Except of course, when I can’t stop them because I’m having a freak out.

Little do they know my evil plan . . . whenver I freak out, Mom and Dad have to stop what they’re doing, and take me for a WALK!¬† Bwwwwaaaaahhhh ha ha!