Friends to the End. And Beyond.

Wyatt Ray the three-legged German Shepherd dog has strict orders for humans now that his best pal Austin Rae got his wings.

Look guys, I’m not a real softie as you know. After all I am a German Shepherd. But there comes a time when life hurts so much that even tough dogs like me feel sad.

three legged German Shepherd dogs
Nopawdy put up with me the way you did, Austin.

My brother from another mother Austin Ray has gone to the Bridge. He was just one of those dogs who was so nice to everyone he ever met. I admired that about him. He even put up with me and you know that’s saying something.

three-legged German Shepherd dogs
There’s no other girl dog like you, Codie.

And in January, our Chief Regulator Codie Rae turned in her badge. Life isn’t quite right ever since. The world is a little quieter with her gone. Ok, a LOT.

three-legged German Shepherd dogs
Booyah! Let’s all get the ball and see what happens! L to R: Codie Rae, Austin Ray, Wyatt Ray, Travis Ray

If you don’t know, Austin and Codie are part of the Oaktown Pack. They raised me when I was just a dumb young pup, right after I lost my leg. They taught me everything I know about taking charge and regulating you humans. And now they’re gone.

three Legged German Shepherd Dogs
I’m gonna miss my best friend.

We sure had some times. Our people got together every now and then, even though we live far apart. They weren’t the only ones having a good time!

three-legged German Shepherd dogs
Mature dogs, but never boring.

Get this: try to picture four three-legged German Shepherds and one four pawed recreation leader, Smokey B, raising hell and having a ball! Yeah you know it was a par-tay.

I know that nopawdy lives furever. Not even the world’s greatest three legged German Shepherd dogs.  It ain’t right, but that’s the way it is. We just don’t get enough time on this planet to establish order and do our jobs. Oh and have fun, that’s important too.

The humans always say life is short. Well duh I say, we animals have been telling you that all along. So here’s another reminder. Get out today and go play with your Tripawd. Your quadpawd too! Then give your human pack extra slobbery kisses and tell them how much you love them. Someday when I am just a memory too, you’ll smile and go “Remember how much fun I had when I did what Wyatt Ray told me to do?”

See You Down the Road, O.P.

See what happens when four, three-legged German Shepherds and one four-legged honorary Tripawd get together for the last ever Original Oaktown Pack play date.

Dog friends come, and dog friends go. Especially in my life, cause I’m a travelin dawg as you may know.

Three Legged Oaktown Pack German Shepherds
The Original Oaktown Pack: Smokey B, Austin Ray, Codie Rae, Travis Ray and Wyatt Ray

But my homeboys the Oaktown Pack are with me through thick n thin, even when we are far away from each other. They showed me how to be a Tripawd long ago when I came home from the hospital. I had no pack to call my own, they took me in like their brutha from another mutha.

So back in January when Smokey B (rest in peace my angel friend), Austin Ray, Travis Ray and the one and only Codie Rae showed up at my doorstep to kick off the new year, I almost lost my mind. I could not believe they drove for hours and hours just to see ME! And when they did, this is what went down.

It was the last time all five us us would ever be together as the original OP. I’m so glad we got together. Thank you Martha and Ralph. I will never furget those good times.

See you at the Bridge, Smokey B. You are furever missed.

Couch Surfing Sled Dawg Wanna-be

Poor Tripawds Spokesdawg Wyatt. He had to sit out this year’s Colorado musher dog camp out after arthritis surgery.

“Wyatt, you need to see the dogtor in Colorado,” Mom said to me after I went skydiving. So I went along with her idea, because I am a good dawg and know the drill. Like I really have a choice right?

Tripawd arthritis surgery healing
“Mom, you’re smothering me again.”

What she didn’t tell me was the dogtors were going to stick a big fat needle in my leg to help with my arthritis problem.

Tripawd arthritis surgery healing
“Hey that needle hurt!”

And as if that wasn’t bad enough, that I would need to do more couch surfing for like three weeks!

Tripawd arthritis surgery healing
More couch surfing, more Tripawd arthritis surgery healing. Fun.

Worst of all, I had to sit out this year’s Colorado musher dawg camp out! Yeah that’s right, my Odoroloc pals and me got to hang out in the mountains again. But when they got to run run run for training time, I had to crack the whip from the side lines.

There was no racing for me this year. Not cool, mom. I want to mush too!

Tripawd arthritis surgery healing
“Aww come on I want to go!”

What was cool was when TC did her annual blessing of the team to kick off the season. I got a bit of Odoroloc magic from Team Angels sprinkled on me, along with some of Spirit Jerry too. Now I’ve got more guardian angels than ever!

Tripawd arthritis surgery healing
Look out, I’ll be faster than ever next year!

I hope the team has a blast in Alaska this winter. I’ll be back running with them next fall, just wait.

Two Tripawds, Two Countries, One Big Pawty

Two Tripawds meet in the Kootenays and British Columbia Canada will never be the same!

What happens when two Tripawds who’ve never met get together for a weekend of fun? All kinds of racket!

Oh Canada, You Will Never Be the Same

Tukaluk Campground Faquier, BC
I arrived on the shores of Super Stu’s lakefront kingdom.

Things are picking up around here. The doghouse on wheels is moving faster every day. So fast that now we are in another country people! Yeah you read that right. Me, Wyatt Ray Dawg am truly an international Tripawds ambassador.

One day we came back to some mountains that looked so much like Colorado, the place I love most. I even heard mom say “But it’s prettier than Colorado here!” When it started raining and cooling off as soon as we got there, I knew she was right. And where is “there” you ask?

Tripawd German Shepherd
Cool dawg, cool mountains!

Well it’s in a village in British Columbia, where Super Stu the Giant Tripawd keeps watch on his lakefront kingdom!

“Oh Wyatt, you will love him” mom said to me.  I didn’t believe her at first. When he got to my dawghouse on wheels, I had to make sure he was all that. So I watched him hop around and he pretty much give my space. Then I could see that mom wasn’t lying. Super Stu IS pretty cool!

Super Stewie

Super Stu is the ultimate in calm and confidence, things I totally respect in a dawg. When I meet a dawg whose got all three, I know we’re gonna be friends. Plus, any dawg bigger than me is instantly OK by me!

Sure, it got a little loud. Especially when Stu’s people invited us on a ride in the mountains. I got really excited at the open-air adventure!

Tripawd German Shepherd
“Hey Petra wanna sing with me?”

That ride wore me out, it was so much fun! I took a nap in the truck while mom and dad hung out with Stu’s pack and the kitties. “You don’t need to meet the cats Wyatt, stay here” mom said. She didn’t think I could be have myself. Me!

I heard a concert going on from my bed in the back seat. Stu’s got a band, did you know that? They’re called Allensong and you need to get their music. I promise you will love it.

Petra, Stu and Paul make beautiful music together. Oh and the kitties too. They were so nice to me, I can’t wait to see them again. There aren’t too many dawgs I can hang with, I had a good time. Thank you for being so nice to me Stu and the pack! See you when we come back from Alaska!

German Shepherd Tripawd
“Can I be in the band too?”

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!