All my feline friends and my canine pals in da house know how to rock three paws. We make life the best it can be. No hesitation. No regrets. And there’s no feeling sorry for us ’cause we sure don’t.
Tripawds human family, you rock too! You help me and my heroes stay strong, hoppy and healthy on three legs by being smart about Tripawd exercise. You’ve seen that when you make sure we have the right kind of rowdy fun, three-legged dogs and cats are totally strong for life. We are just as great as any ordinary four-legged animal. But lots of people don’t know this and we kinda freak ’em out, or they feel sorry for us. So let’s set the record straight. Please spread the word today, and every day!
Thanks for all you do for Tripawds everywhere, my friends. Have a great TriDay 2019! Over and out.
Let’s face it. I’m ten years old. My walks ain’t what they used to be — as long as mom and dad have any say about it. Oh don’t get me wrong, I try to go far, but the humans keep saying something about not letting me overdo it. So walks get shorter and guess what? I get bored. And fat. Not even Tripawd brain games make me as happy as walking. I’m a working dog breed, remember?
Then in December the Oaktown Pack came to visit and brought wheels for me! The wheels belonged to Austin Ray. He couldn’t use the wheels after a while because his “front end doesn’t work so well,” say his people. That’s when mom thought I should give them a try.
A few weeks later they called a dogtor and we met her at a park. I thought that we were gonna go play ball or something, but nope. Dr. Kramer is a canine rehabilitation dogtor, and she was there because you just don’t put a Tripawd in a wheelchair without an expert to make sure it fits right. Check out her Tripawd wheelchair tips.
So here’s what happened:
They fussed with me for a long time, trying to get the cart to fit right. But it only took a few minutes for ME to figure things out. Dr. Kramer kept saying “Wow he’s taking to them faster than I thought he would!”
To her I said, “You had your doubts?” I mean come on, my people are always bugging me to model new gear for Tripawds. Harnesses, boots, you name it, they make me show it off. So why would wheels be any different?
We’ve been practicing our new walking routine. I don’t go for wheelchair walks every day, since the chair puts more weight on my front end. Dr. Kramer says eventually I may need a “carpal brace” for wrist support.
About every two days here’s what my new Tripawd wheelchair walking routine looks like:
First I go potty.
Then I do a five or ten minute warm up walk. Dr. K says this is important. Just because I have wheels doesn’t mean I will give up walking, as long as I am mobile.
When my warm up walk is over, Mom and Dad set me up in the chair and away we go!
I kinda like the wheels, actually. And Dad likes them more now that I don’t run over his feet as often. I’ve tipped over once or twice but I think I’m getting those turns down now. The cool part is that everywhere we go, people wave and cheer me on, like I’m in a pawrade or something!
It’s Thanksgiving, which means it’s time to clean up my act and find out what WRD really stands for. Hint, it’s NOT Wyatt Ray Dawg!
I always thought my initials, WRD, were for my name: Wyatt Ray Dawg. That would make sense, right?
But apparently, during the pawliday season, WRD stands for something else. And I don’t like it one bit. I thought all that swimming I did last summer counted as enough bathing for a lifetime. But mom and dad had other ideas.
Life is ruff when you’re a dawg during the pawlidays. It’s all about being clean when you go visiting, right? How totally exhausting!
From me, Wyatt Ray Dawg, and my people: Hoppy Thanksgiving to you and your pack! May all the turkeys get pardoned, like my feathered friends in Montana.
Wyatt the three-legged German Shepherd celebrates his seventh ampuversary on three legs.
Yo! I’m pawtying here in the Colorado mountains where a hot dawg like me can chill out and have fun on this very big occasion. It’s my SEVENTH ampuversary! There’s so much to do, like swimming and hiking.
Oh and being in the Fourth of July parade too!
My peeps work at the ranch all summer. When they’re gone, I patrol for skwirels and keep an eye on all these loose, unregulated Shelties that run around. That’s not the life for me, I’d rather watch from the comfort of my doghouse on wheels.
On hot days (which is like 80 here!) they take me swimming in the ponds. Maybe today we’ll go, after all, it’s a special day!
And there you have it. Just like my pal Codie Rae, I’m a July Ampuversary Tripawd. I lost my leg when I was eight months old and said “So what?!”
Today, I’m seven and life is good. I’m a little mellower but rock solid and I love my job as Tripawds Spokesdawg. Who knew when I was chained up in those mean people’s yard that I would go on to worldwide fame? Yep, that’s meeeee. The one n only Wyatt Ray Dawg.
Tripawds Spokesdog wants you to join Team Tripawds and help fight canine cancer with Morris Animal Foundation on Saturday April 24 2016.
Check this out. Did you know that half of my dawg friends are gonna die of cancer some day? No. Joke. I ain’t kidding. When I was at the AAHA show with my people, Dr. Hardy from Colorado State told me all about it. I was so sad I just wanted to bury my head in the One Cure stuffie she gave me.
But no. I refuse. I will NOT give in to fear or evil cancer. I will STAND UP and fight it with every furry hair on my body. And that’s a LOT of fur, people.
Join Me, Join Team Tripawds for the April 24 Morris Walk!