Category: My Pals

Bad Boy Bernie Meets the Wild One

Three legged German Shepherd Tripawd Spokesdog Wyatt goes sailing in Newport Harbor Califronia.

Bernie, I think you’re hella cool. I don’t care what they say about you eating cameras and car parts.

 Terrorist or not, you know how to show a dawg a good time. 

When I first met you, I wondered if you had what it takes to keep up with an Oaktown boy like me, you being from the OC and all.

But I gotta say, you’ve got da fight in ya, and you know how to throw down some dang good moves!

After we wrassled around, I didn’t know where we were going, Mom and Dad wouldn’t tell me. All I knew is it had something do with water, since they put that stoopid life vest on me.

I hate water. But I wasn’t gonna tell you that. Or your sister. No way.

So I get in this little tin can thing in the water, and I goes for it. The can starts to move. Dude, it moved! I’m like “Huh?”

Who wouldda thought that riding in a boat, in water, could be alright. I used to think sailing and water was for sissies, but when I saw you get in there, I knew there had to be somethin to it.

Ah, the salty air. The big birds flying over my head. The dogs who passed by us that we got to yell at.

Man, I ‘m tellin’ ya, that was RAD!

Thanks for taking me around the OC, Bernie. Oh hey, you too Linda, you’re pretty cool for an old girl.

Now Bernie, tell me the truth…what did that camera taste like? You know, my Mom has one exactly like it……

Raining on My Pawty

Three legged German Shepherd dog Wyatt remembers pawtying with his canine amputee pals.

So much for my big Hollywood debut this weekend.  There’s a lot of rain falling from the sky, and all the humans here think it won’t be any fun to pawty in the mud and rain so they cancelled my L.A. pawty!

Wassup with that? Did anyone ask me what I thought? I’ll bet if Bernie Bin Laden was here he would set them straight!

Well whatever. At least we had a good time back in Northern Cali with all my friends.  Good times, man, good times.

The Oaktown Pack




Chloe, Spirit Cherry’s Pal



The NorCal Tripawds Crew



And Ohhhh, my bestest girl (well, after you, Codie Rae), Hurricane Rosie. She drove me crrrrrrrraaaaaazy in that French lingerie!



Guess I’ll just keep dreaming of the day when I can run around with my Tripawd pals again.

There’s nothing like it in the whole world!

Big Bulldozin’ Buddies

Giant Spanish Mastiff puppy Titus plays with three legged German Shepherd Dog Wyatt at Fort Collins Fossil Creek Dog Park.

When I see a little dawg, I want to shake it like a toy. But when I see a Big Dawg, it’s time to bring out the wrasslin’ mat!

My friend Titus and I love to wrassle. Back in Colorado, we had a lot of fun at the dog park.

Nobody can play like Titus. He’s kinda like a big bulldozer, moving everypawdy around all nice and easy like. He’s a cool dawg.

Mom keeps tellin’ Dad that I need a buddy like Titus. But Dad says “Oh yeah, where’s he gonna fit?”

There’s only room for my crate in the RV, so if I got a brother, then I guess that means the crate would have to go, right?

If I had a brother, I would be a good dawg, I promise! And we could have fun alllll day long, like the way me, Titus and Hammy did back in Colorado!

My Best Monkey Dawg Impression

Three legged Monkey Dog barks like a chimp and plays with canine friends in Fort Collins Colorado.

Have you heard? Are you in the In-Crowd?

Monkeyface Mattie is.

Monkeybutt is.

And me, Monkey Dawg Wyatt Ray, sure am!

Monkey Dawgs Rule!

Here’s a video of the last days of summer, with me doing my best Monkey Dawg impression.

Who’s Chewing Who?

Three legged amputee Shepherd Wyatt works hard at the Doggy Olympics in Fort Collins and plays with his Mastiff and Golden Retriever buddies.

Last weeked my pawrents got me up extra early to work at a “Doggie Olympics” in Fort Collins.

It was a place where dogs competed for things like who could catch a hot dog from the farthest distance. My kinda games!

But I wasn’t there to play, I was there to work! Can you believe that?

We had a table there with all sorts of stuff telling everypawdy how pawesome Tripawds are. Mom and Dad were excited because it was the first big dog event that Tripawds was ever “officially” attending.

OK, I know I’m the official Tripawds Spokespup, but sheesh don’t I get Sundays off?

I was kinda cranky and barky at first, having to stand on my buja board to show everyone what Tripawds could do.

There I was, working my tail off (which is hard to do since it’s so long it hits the ground!), from out of nowhere,  my jolly giant buddy Titus showed up.

I flew off that buja contrapion and we wrestled real good! Titus is my most absolute favorite buddy in the world. 

Nobody plays better than he does!

Can you see how big this boy is? That’s his leg wrapped around me? Don’t worry, he’s not hurting me, he’s actually a decent wrestling buddy who doesn’t play mean, ever.

Then, just when we got all tired out, guess who showed up?

My favorite chew toy, Rhys!

Wouldn’t you know it though, Rhys isn’t the little puppy anymore. No, he’s actually pretty darn big, almost as big as me, and he’s catching up to Dillon real quick.

I know Spirit Tripawd Peyton is looking down on that boy, as amazed as we are that he grew so much in just a few weeks.

Next time I see Rhys, he might be even bigger than me. Hah! We’ll see who throws who down next time.

Care to place your bet?