The Tripawds Leg-a-cy Continues!
Three legged German Shepherd rescue dogs from Northern California visit Tripawds Spokesdog Wyatt Ray in Red Feather Lakes Colorado.
I miss my peeps from the ‘hood. Codie Rae, Travis Ray and Smokey B., they’re the original Oaktown Pack who helped me get better after my amputation. I forgot all about that recovery thing when I was hangin’ with my crew!
Over summer, this crazy posse came up da mountain to see me and we were rockin‘ da house. Codie Rae said I needed some regulating or something, she thought I was outta control. Maybe I was. I think she made her point.
Three legged tripod German Shepherd Wyatt meets quadpawd GSD Riley in Austin Texas Turkey Day Smackdown.
The Day: Thanksgiving, 2011.
The Place: Austin Texas
The Facts: Two crazy Shepherds collide. Who’s the baddest dawg of them all?
So, I’m there to meet this Riley Pup that my Mom is all ga-ga over. He lives in a dog house on wheels too. Mom always talks about him like he’s my twin or something. I guess his antics are pretty good, like the time he ate a ‘puter or something like that. OK, I gotta admit that’s a kewl stunt, but hey Riley, guess what? I ate a road flare! Top that!
12:30 pm. The match is on! Let the Wiley Riot Circus Begin!
Growl! Hiss! Snarl! Bark!
Will this dynamite duo get along? Can they contain their killer instincts long enough to try? Only time will tell.
12:35 pm. Alright dude, let’s roll!
What? You say you wanna pawty? Come ON!
12:40 pm. So You’re a Frisbee dawg eh? Well what am I supposed to do with THAT?
I got the Frisbee! I got the Frisbee!
12:45 pm. Look Tripawd, it’s like THIS!
Come on kid, I dare you to grab it!
12:50 pm. The keep away game continues. . .
Should I kill you now or wait until you give up the Frisbee? Hmmmm..
12:55 pm. What-evah. I’m over it.
Can’t we all just get along?
1:00 pm. Truce?
Riley: “This kid ain’t so bad after all.”
Wyatt: “Nyah! Nyah! Nyah! You just wait Riley Dawg!”
To be continued . . .
Three legged Oaktown Pack German Shepherds visit Tripawds spokesdawg Wyatt Ray in Red Feather Lakes, Colorado.
Just when I got my groove down at the house that doesn’t move, away we go in the dog house on wheels to somewhere really cool for dawgs (bet you want to know where huh?).
But before we left, nopawdy gave me time to tell you about the how da Oaktown Pack rocked the Rockies!
There I am, minding my own bidness one afternoon in July, chasing rodents and moose, hangin’ and chillin’ in the cool cool mountains. When all of a sudden, the Tripawds mobile shows up and there’s my homies from Oaktown! No joke dude, they came all the way from Cali for ME! These are the cool dudes that took care of me after I got my leg cut off.
We got down to some serious prey drive fun. You know, barking and sqwirels and chasing deer and raising hell in the trees. We ROCKED!
Haaaa! Whatup with that wussie Travis Ray? He’s got his eyes closed because he’s afraid of the woods! Hah!
It was dope! I can’t believe they came all the way to see ME. Even when Smokey B. took off and wouldn’t come back (I tole him he was gonna get it!), the humans didn’t get mad. Maybe it was all that WINE they were drinking! Hah! BUSTED!
Way cool to see my buds. I hope they come back again (Mom says “no way are we going to Oaktown in the dog house on wheels!).
Now, hang on and wait till I’ll tell you about where I am NOW. But you gotta wait. OK, don’t pee the floor, you can hold it, I’ll tell you soon, I swear.
Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt makes fun of the Gentle Leader.
Tripawds three legged dogs meet up at a member party in Nevada.
Three legged dogs, unite!
Wherever you are, always remember that somewhere out there you have a comrade who’s watching your back.
No matter where you are, there’s a Tripawd friend you can turn to when the going gets ruff.
The Nevada Pawty
A few weeks ago I got to meet fellow Tripawd Ranger at our Tripawds Pawty in Nevada.
Ranger is a Tripawd like me, but a little older. He thought I was just a kid because I kept getting in his face.
Hey, isn’t that how you’re supposed to say “I wanna PLAY!”?
Ranger made it very clear that he was in charge. I thought he was cool. See how I let him attack me?
He thought I was obnoxious though. Still, we hung out and didn’t kill eachother.
But wait, there’s more . . .
Rocket Meets His Match
At the pawty, this white fluff ball showed up.
I thought perhaps it was an appetizer.
So I lunged toward it, and barked really loud to see what it was.
But then the fluff ball jumped up! He was a scruffy little thing. After looking at him, I realized he would not have made the most satisfying meal.
Then the scruffy appetizer let out a very. big. bark.
“Whooooah buddy! I just wanna smell you! Chill!” I said to him.
But no luck.
Rocket didn’t want to be my friend, and he took over the couch too. In fact, he looked pretty mad that he was there.
His Mom, who is very sweet and beautiful, thought I was the greatest. She said I was a lot like her Spirit Rugby. I took that as a great compliment.
After a while, Rocket calmed down and even fell asleep. Everyone gave him all sorts of attention. He’s supposed to be famous or something.
He tolerated our racket for the afternoon though, and when it was over, you could tell he was glad to be outta there!
Before we said our goodbyes, Rocket’s Mom made us put on our silly hats, and take this picture to show the world that the Monkeydog versus Monkeybutt Match definitely didn’t lead to bloodshed.
See how we’re all so hoppy?
Everyone was so cool. Thanks for coming to my pawty! Can we do it again sometime?
I promise not to try to eat Rocket!
