Three-legged Wyatt Ray has his first Tripawd Thanksgiving, then eats a towel and t-shirt for dessert.
Hoppy Thanksgiving everypawdy! Did you have a fun pawliday with your pack? I know I did! That’s ’cause my grandmaw has gotten so soft in her old age, she finally let me sit by the dinner table for the big feast.
I was soooo good. I didn’t even beg too much. My people were so impressed they sneaked plates of pumpkin pie scraps to me!
But just because I’m now almost eleven years old, don’t think I’m not a hellraiser anymore. Nope, that just ain’t the Shepherd way. There’s still a lot of rebel punk in me. See, this morning, I ate a tasty dishtowel for breakfast when my people were away on a walk.
Then I ate some of Dad’s favorite running shirt. I heard mom say he needed a new one so I just gave him a head start.
The humans were not happy when they came back from their walk. Mom just kept saying “Why, Wyatt, Why?”
Later, she went to the grocery store to buy me all new dog food. Lots of it, in cans! Isn’t that a riot? I got to eat canned dog food after eating the towel and shirt?!
“He’s either gonna puke or poop,” she said to pops. Now they’re waiting for me to do something.
Does your three-legged pet have a Tripawd twitch? Wyatt Ray shows off his herky jerky stump dance after a day at the beach.
Hey Tripawds friends, did you miss me?
I’ve been a little busy being a travelin’ dawg, going from Colorado to Washington. The humans took me out of the mountains.
I thought it was gonna be a bummer but nope. I got to go to the BEACH!
It’s so cool being able to get out to the water. I couldn’t have gone that far it if it wasn’t for my homeboy Travis Ray. He loaned me his wheels ’cause he doesn’t need ’em yet. After my doggie therapist (no, not the kind that fixes your brain!) fixed the cart up for me, now I get to go on longer walks.
Later, when I got home I was so tired, but it’s all good.
I dreamed about herding chickens! And Mom thought it was “so cute” when she saw me doing the Tripawd twitch.
Yeah yeah, my stump still twitches, cause when I’m dreaming I forget that my leg is gone. You would think after ten years on three legs that my sleeping brain would remember I’m a Tripawd, but nope.
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.