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!

Blood Brothers

Tripod dog Wyatt Ray gets beat up by four legged Labrador Riley.

Oh Cousin Riley, why did you have to try to hump my head?  I know you’re old and cranky, but I just wanted to play. I didn’t mean to get on your nerves. You shouldda told me you were tired, instead of pinning me on the ground and biting my neck so hard.

Sheesh, if you had just told me that, I wouldn’t have bit your ear in three places.

What’s a little blood between cousins? Glad you’re OK.

P.S. Mom says that she’s glad I defended myself. There’s nothing worse than seeing a Tripawd getting nailed by a quadruped.

Yo soy el lobo de Los Angeles

Three legged German Shepherd puppy Wyatt wonders why people are afraid of him.

All the people in my Mom’s family here in Los Angeles are afraid of me. I have no idea why.

They think I’m this crazy beast or something. Ok, so I like to say hello by wrapping my mouth around their wrists and nibbling on their fingers. And perhaps my ear-splitting “hellos” leave them shaking in their shoes.

Maybe that’s why Grandpa keeps calling me Lobo!

So hey, why not act like one? A wolf, that is.

Hoooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwllllllllllllll!

But see, I have a soft side too! I can be a real ladies’ man, you know!

Sargent Codie Rae Says Help Save German Shepherds

Help save German Shepherd dogs in Northern California with the Wags to Riches German Shepherd Rescue fundraiser.

Whew! I’ve spent the last three days at Codie Rae Boot Camp. As you can see, she’s one tough Tripawd! More about that later, but meanwhile . . .

Sargent Codie Rae drilled it into me that I need to let you know about a really great fundraiser taking place, for German Shepherd Rescue of Northern California.

This group is the same one who helped bust Codie Rae and I out of the Oakland, CA pound! If it wasn’t for them, we wouldn’t be here to spread the word about Tripawd pawesomeness.

So their fundraiser is called “Wags to Riches,” and even though it’s a fun pawty taking place in Walnut Creek, CA, you don’t even have to be there to pawticipate and WIN!

There’s a big raffle going on, where you can win

  • a Dream Vacation worth $7500 (or get $4500 in cash instead!)
  • a MacBook Pro
  • or a two night say at the Carmel Country Inn, a pawesome pet friendly hotel in beautiful Carmel, CA.

Tickets are just twenty bucks!

We know times are hard and we’re all broke. But the rescue animals are hurting so bad right now. Even buying just one ticket can go a long way in helping other future spokesdawgs find loving homes in California. So dig under those couch cushions and under your car seats, and download the German Shepherd Rescue of Northern California raffle ticket form today!

Jerry. Jerry. Jerry.

I understand this Jerry dawg has left me some rather large paw prints to fill.

But really, I am not and never will be Jerry. I know my new people know this. And it must be hard not to compare considering how many lives Jerry has touched, and what a wonderful thing he has he has caused to happen here with this whole Tripawds Blogs community.

But for the record, I am the new dog. And while we may never share that same bond they had with the almighty Jerry, I get the feeling they would like to try. I think we’ll make a great pack, if they would just let me be Alpha.

PS for Jerry: Thanks for the football.