Category: My Thoughts

My Free Range Lifestyle

Three legged dog Wyatt Ray shares his thoughts on learning good behavior.

We’ve been busy up here in the woods, chasing after sqwirells and stix and managing the homestead.

It’s hard work being a free range guard dog. But I’m learning the difference between any old car that drives by, and creepy nigtime critters.

Sometimes I’ll grumble becuase I miss my loud BARK! BARK! BARK! routine so much.

Deep down, I know I’ve still got the CRAZIES in me!

Ahhh, some people say I’m growing up. I say I’m just learning how to deal with these two legged humans and their silly rules about:

I can only bark at some things
I’m not allowed to race to get my food
and . . . would you believe, I’m not allowed to shake human hands with my teeth anymore?

Sheesh. The things I do for these humans.

Some days I long for the times I could do whatever I wanted to.

But then I remember back to how lonely it was being chained up all day, so I figure the trade off for some nice company, great food and good times is pretty fair.

Dontcha think?

My Independence Day

Three legged German Shepherd dog Wyatt celebrates one year anniversary of his leg amptuation.

July 2nd, 2009. One year ago today, I broke free from the shackles of my oppressor. It cost me my leg, but the good people at the German Shepherd Rescue of Northern California made sure that I found the right pack to help me transition to the Tripawd lifestyle.

Like any self-respecting dawg would, I never looked back at my old life. Once I joined the Tripawds pack, I got swept up into foster care, and when my new parents took me in, I couldn’t believe my good luck.

No more being tied to a rope all day, no more concrete back yard in the ghetto. I busted out of hell and now, one year later, I know I’m in heaven.

In one year, I’ve learned to walk, run and create a ruckus on three legs. I’ve gotten to see a lot of cool places, and now here I am, living at Jerry’s Acres in Colorado.

Tonight as I stretch out on the comfy rug next to Dad, I really am pretty thankful. Sometimes I don’t show it, but now that I’m older (17 months tomorrow!),  I let Mom hug me and squeeze me and smush my face with her kisses. I didn’t used to let her do that, you know. I didn’t want any creepy humans to touch me, I wasn’t sure if they would tie me to a rope or what. 

But now, I think this good life is making me soft. And the Belt Buckle is teaching me that a strong pack is a good pack.

Mom said something about a big piece of beef waiting for me in the freezer for my ampuversary dinner. Yum! Gotta run!

Hoppy Ampuversary to Meeeeeeeee! 

Oh, if you’re wondering what kind of present to get me for my ampuversary, all I want is for more pups to find pawesome furever homes like I did. We dogs have a lot to teach you crazy humans, so get out there and help us find homes, will ya?

Game Over?

Three Legged Wyatt Ray meets Tami of American Dogs School Fort Collins Colorado

Since I busted out of Oaktown, I’ve been put through a lot of training devices, books and consultations. Apparently my pawrents think my behavior needs some modifications.

They don’t like the fact that I’m so expressive, like when I bark my head off at the enemy, or go after small dogs who look like squirrels to me. Yo Mom and Dad, this is my JOB!

I think I’ve been pretty nice in tolerating their attempts to make me into a wussy.  I thought I had seen all there was to see when it came to dog training.

But last week, this lady blew my mind.

We met some rodeo chick in Fort Collins who supposedly can tame even the wildest, biggest beast. She runs the Bad Boy Dog Skewl in town, and guess who got thrown into her rehab program?

She told Mom and Dad she guarantees they’ll get the dog they want.

Lady, you might have a big belt buckle, but you’re dealing with a member of the Oaktown Pack.

Wyatt. Ray. Dawg.

Put your dukes up!

Game ON!

Pronged!

Strong willful crazy three legged dog Wyatt Ray needs a prong collar to help stop leash pulling.

Remember back when I told you how the Gentle Leader is a great nose hair removal tool? Well, it works so well that I lost tons of mine, and my nose was getting so bald that Mom and Dad said “Hey Wyatt, guess what? You don’t have to wear the Gentle Leader anymore!”

Huh? Really! Woooowweeeee! I jumped for joy.

Then they took me to a pet store. I made sure to run in there as hard as I could to tell everypawdy the news.

Mom and Dad walked me right over to the leashes and collars. Man, I was so hoppy! “I’m getting new bling!” I said to myself.

I got new bling alright.

It came in the form of this really shiny metal collar that has sticky things all round it. I thought “Wow, I’m gonna look like a badass!”  Come on Dad, put it on me!

So he does. And guess what? He turns the collar around, and puts the sticky things  on the inside. I’m like “Huh?”

When Dad says “This is the one,” we go up to the register, where a nice lady gave me a bunch of treats. I think she knew what was coming and felt sorry for me.

We walked outside with my new reversible badass collar. I was feeling kinda crazy, and ran over to the truck ahead of Dad. But as soon as I did . . .I felt a pull and then the metal things went thwack!

Ugh!

I’ve been pronged!

Mom said she feels bad, that she never ever thought she would have to use one of these things on a dog of hers.

But I told Mom, “no worries Ma, I’m one of a kind, Mister Original!”

All those things you “thought” about dogs, well, throw them out the window because there is only one . . .

Wyatt. Ray. Dawg.

Hot Dawg No More

Three legged tripod Wyatt stays cool in the Texas heat.

There’s this thing called “beer” that my pawrents seem to like. They like it so much, they went to a big factory to see how this stuff called “Shiner Bok” is made.

Of course, the beer people didn’t want ME in their factory. Can you believe that?

I guess the Shiner people haven’t heard that the Texas Rangers thought I was cool enough to go into the Alamo.

Since then, it’s gotten real hot in Texas, so there’s no more leaving me in the truck. Now I go everywhere with my humans and they have rearranged their lives just for ME.

I can’t wait to get back to Cooooolorado. I like Texas but I really hate the heat. Whenever it’s sunny, I always look for shade. I won’t walk another step if it’s too hot for me. This black fur of mine is really warm, you know.

And by the way, if you see any dog locked up in cars this summer, be sure to ticket the ignorant humans with one of thise My Dog is Cool flyers.