Dear Santa Paws

Tripawds Spokesdawg Wyatt Ray wishes everyone a hoppy, healthy four and three-legged Christmas and new year!

Hello Santa Paws.

I  think I’ve been a very good Dawg this year, don’t you? I mean after last year’s Christmastime Bellyache, I haven’t landed myself in the pawspital again. After all, we Shepherds are darn smart, we learn quick. No more “foreign objects” for me, I’ll stick with real food from now on.

It’s been a good year. I went from coast to coast, met neat people and behaved myself soooo good, like better than ever. After all, I’ll be seven years old in a few days, I think it’s time I act like a grown up. And I’ll show you how grown up I am now . . . this year, all I want for Christmas is for all the Tripawds out there to be hoppy and healthy for a long, long time. To get out of shelters, to live the good life and be with people who love them furever and ever. I don’t think that’s a lot to ask, do you?

Thanks Santa Paws,
I knew you could do it!

Hoppy Howlidays everypawdy!

German Shepherd Christmas

The Spirit of Bucky and Me

Musher Dog Wyatt gets blessed with Spirit Bucky’s ashes on the Feast of Saint Francis Day.

Ashes to ashes . . . they say that’s all we are in the end. But we are so much more than that don’t  you think? Take my friend Spirit Bucky for example.

Bucky, photo by TC Wait

Bucky was a pack member of the Odaroloc Sled Dogs, who you might know because of Tripawd Hero Calpurnia. Bucky was the kind of dawg who showed the world that statistics don’t mean a thing. He beat the cancer odds with not just one but two kinds of cancer, including hemangiosarcma! He made it 48 months when he was only supposed to stick around for six! His momma TC wrote in her blog:

Bucky was the kind of dog that didn’t care that he wasn’t a “real” sled dog.  He didn’t care that his coat was thin, his legs a bit too long, or that his ears were apparently put on backwards.  He loved being a part of his team, and when they sang, he did his very best to howl along in a baying hound sort of way.

So, you know how when you see someone cool, someone who just has a certain sparkle about them, you think “Man, I want some of what they’ve got!” Well, I got some of what Bucky had. Really!

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Travelin with the Odaroloc Dawgs

When I saw the Odaroloc team last month, TC came over to share some of Bucky’s spirit with me. She carries his ashes around when the team travels. Sometimes dogs are lucky enough to get a dash of bucky Magic. . .

“Nice to meet you Bucky!”

On October 4th, the Feast of Saint Francis, which my people say was really cool to do on that day, I got some Bucky Magic. TC came over and took a pinch of his ashes and rubbed them on my head.

“Oh I’m not supposed to eat it?”

We’re nothing but a pile of ashes in the end, but I gots to believe that some of our goodness is left with those ashes too. So, hey ain’t it cool I got a pile of Bucky goodness all over my fur that day?

“Thank you TC”

Thank you TC and Bucky, I feel pretty special.

 

 

 

Rock and Roll Summer

Tripawd Spokesdog Wyatt Ray Dawg has summertime fun in the Northern Colorado Rocky Mountains.

Dude is this the best summer or what? My people aren’t working at the ranch this year, so we get to be together all day long! They work but we always find time to just chill out like this.

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Me and Dad in the backyard.

I miss my job at the ranch, but I got plenty to do here. After all, someone’s gotta be The Sheriff.

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Sheriff Wyatt Ray Dawg

When I’m not working hard, which isn’t that often, we go play. Like this!

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Tripawd Wyatt Swims!

What can I say. It’s a Dawg’s Life.

Birthday Boy

Tripawd Spokesdog Wyatt Ray the three-legged German Shepherd celebrates his sixth birthday.

Oh Lucky Me. Today is my birthday number SIX!

Mmmmmy birthday!

It’s been a long road to get here.

Wyatt meets his new Paw.

But I’ve arrived and life is GOOD!

Hoppy Wyatt!

I think that when Spirit Jerry got his wings on the 3rd of October, 2008, one of the first things he did was make sure he made a special star in the sky with my name on it. OK, well maybe a blazing asteroid. Or an imploding black hole. Whatever. Spirit Jerry put me up there and then someone came to get me, I was born, and the world has never been the same since!

Wild Boy Wyatt

If anyone wants to know what I want for my birthday, how about some pork tenderloin?

Pork tenderloin for the birthday boy?

Thankful

Tripawds spokesdog Wyatt Ray gives thanks for the great people, dogs and cats of this community.

Your faithful Tripawds Spokesdawg is in da house (finally!) and I’m here to bark to the world:

HEY EVERYPAWDY!

ME AND MY PEEPS ARE THANKFUL FOR YOUUUUU

AND EVERYPAWDY IN THIS COOL TRIPAWDS COMMUNITY!!!

Thankful Tripawd Dogs

You all know how to make everyone feel welcomed, and respected and you wrap your arms around people when they feel down. Man, what more can a Tripawd and their pack ask for?!

Thank you everyone for all you do for Tripawds like me. You make this world a very kewl place.

P.S. Special shout-out to my buds the Oaktown Pack. We’re gonna pawwwwwtay this weekend!

Thankful Three Legged Shepherds