Category: My Thoughts

Patrolling the West

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt talks about his life as a ranch dawg patrol at Vickers Ranch in Lake City Colorado.

A day in the life of me, Wyatt Ray Dawg.

Now that my pawrents are working long days at the ranch in Colorado, I get to hang out in my crib and keep an eye out for bears, deer, elk and those pesky rabbits. Sometimes they try to come around but usually they’re smart enough not to. I sleep a lot when I’m alone.

Other days I get to go ride around with Dad when he makes the rounds on the property in a jeep. He says there are 2,000 acres here, which I guess is a lot cause sometimes it takes us a long time to check it out.

Mom works in the office. There’s a lot of activity to regulate there and I get too tired trying to keep things under control, so I don’t go there much.

When it gets warmer I’ll get to go swimming in all of the ponds when Mom and Dad get off work. I can’t wait to swim again.

And now, back to work . . . zzzzzzzzzzz

Road Dawg Merit Badge. Check.

Tripawds Spokesdawg Wyatt Ray looks back on his winter RV traveling lifestyle.

When is a dog a Road Dawg? When he gets hauled all over the place for months and months. Like me.

What a winter it’s been. From Virginia to Texas. Then the prickly Arizona desert with mean thorns that stab your paws and make you stop in your tracks.

To the windy and hot sands of Southern California deserts.

There was a time when so much moving around would make my head spin and I’d go bonkers. I like things in order you know? I don’t know why my people like to move their doghouse around so much. They say it keeps things interesting. Humans are so weird. Life is about Order, isn’t it?

I don’t know why we live like we do and I probably never will. But now that I’ve been on the road for 3.5 years, I get that it doesn’t matter where my doghouse is, as long as my pack is safe and secure. No matter where I am, I do my job and I do it well. I don’t let things freak me out like I used to, because after all, that gets in the way of my responsibilities  Now I understand that if I stay in order, everything else does too.

And that’s why Momma sez I’ve earned my Road Dawg Merit Badge. Wooohoo!

I’m Not Aloof, Just Careful

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt explains how the breed is not aloof but picky in choosing human friends.

Some people might say that German Shepherds aren’t the friendliest dogs in the world. Yeah, it’s a Lab Lab Lab world sometimes.

But those humans who really understand our breed, appreciate our discriminating taste in people. They don’t look at us as “aloof” but rather careful about who we open our paws out to. Rescue dawgs like me are even choosier.

Not just anypawdy can be our friend, you have to have that little something. You know, like no fear of big dawgs to start.

Treats also help.

 

See Ya Aggieland

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt is cleared for more road trips by Texas A & M veterinarian specialists.

Today I got the best New Years Day present of all. The good doctors at Texas A&M said me and my people can hit the road again!

AggielandMy butt lump is no more. No swelling, no leaking, no more needles and more pokin’.

Today the doctors said “He looks really good” and I don’t need any more tests.

The only bad thing is I still have to get two and one half pills every day for a month, but that’s all she wrote as far as me being at Aggieland.

Tomorrow, the dog house on wheels is back on the trail.

Look out Bernie Bin Laden, here I come!

Here I am, Santa!

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt tells Santa why he’s been a good dog.

Yo Santa, wait for me! Hey Donner! Blizten! Check me out, I can fly too!

I’m ready to fly with the team, I wanna come too!

See, my people dragged me to this place called Texas, where it’s sunny and hot and sure doesn’t look like Christmastime. They tell me you’re coming here in a few days but I’m having a hard time believing that.

Santa, I’ve been such a good boy. Remember my surgery? Well, I sure put up with that real good, didn’t I? I mean all that pokin’ on my butt, and I only growled at one vet tech. And even though the docs say I can’t run around until my next test on January 2nd, I’m keeping my zoomies under control.

I been real good Santa, I promise!

Hope to see you at my doghouse on wheels soon. I’ll have cookies waiting.