Wild Boy, a Wild Life, Always Treasured

Our wild boy’s wild life in pictures; remembering Wyatt Ray Dawg, Tripawd German Shepherd extraordinaire.

Wyatt Ray does not want us to end his blog on a sad note. Our fiery Wild Boy was too full of life to allow that to happen. We have a lot more stories to share about him, which we will get to eventually. For now, here are some fun memories that will live in our hearts forever.

Hold On, the Wild Ride has Arrived

You just don’t know what a dog has in store for you when you lock eyes, do you? We should have known by the size of his paws that he had big plans for us. Wyatt was an energetic three-legged bolt of lightening who came to us on a mission: to teach us patience, for starters.

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Everything about Wyatt, from his coloring to his fearless attitude about life was the polar opposite of his predecessor, Jerry. From the day we became a pack in 2009, Wyatt made it clear he was his own dog.

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He was feisty, stubborn and full of himself. And who can blame him? He had such a rough start in life. Tied up to a tether, ignored as a puppy and being neglected can do that to a dog. Now he was free to live his destiny as a dog who would make his own impact on the world, and he soaked up every minute of it.

We found a trainer who helped us reign his big attitude in… for a little while anyways. We had no idea that we were the ones in need of training.

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Soon, he started training us. “Let’s get one thing straight guys,” he would have told us. “I  not Jerry. Oh and by the way, you are now living in my doghouse on wheels.”

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He was the best road dog. Wyatt loved our nomadic life, and knew how to represent when the occasion called for it. Like when Wyatt visited the Alamo with us. He sensed the importance of that landmark, and carried himself in all his German Shepherd glory.

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He could be at home in the city or in the wild. Of course, the outdoors is where he really shined.

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Wyatt could easily make friends when he was a young pup. Here he is with OG Tripawds member, Max.

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Of course he needed the occasional visit from his Oaktown Pack sister Codie Rae to remind him not to get too full of himself.

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When he met TriPug Maggie at a gathering, our crazy young Wyatt gave her props. He knew a legend was among us.

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He had a goofy side that he rarely revealed to others. Wyatt’s roll overs were a special gift he would share with us only occasionally, as reminders not to take him too seriously. Our serious protector had a soft side that could melt our hearts in a second.

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Most other times he was on red alert, sleeping with one eye open and ready for anything. From the mountains of Colorado  . . .

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Or in the endless canyonlands of New Mexico . . .

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To the Northern California coast where he came into this world . . .

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Wyatt had a way of fitting in with the territory. He did his job as Chief Security Officer so well. He  knew when we needed to be protected. We felt safe with him wherever we went, like to the big bad Las Vegas Strip.

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Those big satellite dish ears of his were always tuned into our surroundings.

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Wyatt also kept us safe from wildlife that would want nothing more than to stomp him. At Jerry’s Acres in Colorado, the moose knew when to stay away.

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With all of those great qualities, it always baffled us why he would sometimes do dumb things, like eat inappropriate objects. Here he is modeling the tailoring job he did on Jim’s denim shorts.

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On rare occasions, Wyatt let his guard down enough to just be a dog. When he spent time with his pals, the Odaroloc Sled Dog team, Wyatt stopped being a working dog and switched to play mode.

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And he could always be counted on to have a good time with Austin Ray, his brother from another mother.

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He worked nonstop to represent Tripawds, never once complained about all the gear and food we brought to him for testing. He seemed to like showing the world that while Tripawds are capable of most anything, it takes hard work to keep up strength and stamina to do it.

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His aging was inevitable. But the puppy spirit inside him never faded. Our boy got older, but he was always young at heart. Setting him free was the hardest thing we ever faced.

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And through it all, he stole our hearts. The last twelve years with Wyatt were filled with unforgettable times and the challenge of learning to accept him for who he was, and what we needed to become in order to be good parents to him.

20150704w_wyattfourth03.jpgWe had it easy with easygoing Jerry. Not so much with Wyatt. He was certainly his own dog and never tolerated living in anyone else’s shadow. We were reminded recently about what a wise Tripawds member once said:

“We don’t get the dog we want, we get the dog we need.”

Apparently Wyatt was just what we needed. We never gave up on him, and he didn’t give up on us. Thank you buddy.

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Thank you for all the crazy times, wild boy. We are grateful for all the crazy, messy, joyful, loud and embarrassing situations we found ourselves in with you.

You had an unconventional way of sharing the wisdom of dogs with us, but we hope you think we did alright in learning from you.

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Life is too quiet and tame now. You are missed more than you’ll ever know.

Let Go. Let Dog.

The time came for my people to Let go and Let Dog. To follow the course of nature, and help me be free of these worn out earth clothes.

I think Humans are part Retriever. They love to go out and play fetch for all kinds of things. Money. Cars. Houses. Cats. Dogs. But when they finally get those things, they sure have a hard time letting go of what they find.

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The Wild Boy we will always remember.

In 2009 my parents found me and didn’t let go. I was so glad. We hung on together for a wild ride criss-crossing all over the continent in our doghouse on wheels. My life has been everything a dog could want. All along we knew it couldn’t last forever, but we pressed on, ignoring the truth.

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What a long strange trip it was.

Earlier this year, I tried to prepare my humans that it would soon be time to let go of me. I slowed down. All those daily physical therapy exercises weren’t doing what they used to. I got weak.

Yeah, it’s hard to believe, I know. How does a loud, rowdy punk rock dog like me get old and wear out? My people tried so hard to not let it happen. We followed canine rehab therapists advice my whole life. My coaches worked me hard. I never got a pawliday from fitness!

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Work. Work. Work. That’s me.

But twelve years went by, and then it happened. Nature bats last as they say.

A couple of months ago I knew it was time to ditch these earth clothes of mine. They served their purpose, and I looked great wearing them didn’t I? My people felt sad there were no miracles left for this geriatric Tripawd dog.

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Forever a wild boy.

I held out as long as I could, until I could not. Last week I spoke to Mom, and I spoke to Dad. I showed them I needed to move on. And after lots of tears and talking, they agreed.

It was time for them to let go. It was time to let dog.

And so they did. Yesterday on November 10, they helped me hop out of my achy old bones. While stuffing my face with hot dogs and Auntie Carla’s Cosmic Cookies, I bowed out of this earthly dimension and barked my way to the Rainbow Bridge.

Let Go. Let Dog. I. Am. Free.

Please don’t be sad for me. Listen here people. I’m gone from the earth, but not from the heavens and definitely not from your hearts. Listen for my bark. I’m always by your side Tripawds friends.

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Wyatt Ray Dawg. 01/03/09 – 11/10/20

Please join us for a live video tribute call to celebrate the life of Wyatt Ray Dawg and all our tripawd angels

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All Our Tripawd Angels at the Bridge

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Tripawd Working Dog Asks, “Dude, Where’s My Couch?”

A Tripawd working dog needs his couch after a long day on the ranch, but his dad had other plans.

I don’t know why humans do the things they do. Take for example, my Dad’s latest project: building a desk for himself.

“Dad, what happened to my couch?”

Before we got to the ranch for summer, me and him used to sit on my couch during the day. I was hoppy to share it. He would bang on his computer machine, and I would snooze. Or, when my friend Austin visited, we took over my couch and Dad got to sit at the kitchen table.

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“Guess we’ll have to crash at your house now, Austin.”

But every day Dad would say “Ouch” “Ugh” “Grr” when he would stand up after working all day. Mom said “It’s your back. You need a real desk for work.”

Then after one back ache too many, Dad got mad at the couch desk. So he tore it out. And then I knew we were in trouble.

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“Uh dad, are you building me a new couch?”

It didn’t take him very long to build his desk. And everyone thinks it’s great. But I sure don’t. No more couch for me.

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Where do I sleep now?

That’s OK though. A Tripawd working dog like me has plenty of other things to do around here. Like help Dad at his other job on the ranch.

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“Hey Dad, remember, safety first!”

Or just watch the office with mom.

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“But Mom, why do you gotta go to work?”

That’s my life as a Tripawd working dog. But it’s not all work and no play. Wanna see what else I’ve been up to this summer on the ranch? I knew you did!

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!

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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!

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“Hey kid, watch me!”

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

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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.

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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.

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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!

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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.

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Whatchya get me?

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

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Hmmm…

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

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Treats?

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

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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.

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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.