Category: My Thoughts

On. Leash. Every. Day.

Three-legged Wyatt Ray goes to the East Coast, misses playing sheriff and roaming Colorado aspen forests.

Dang I just love all the purty leaves on the ground. It’s so much fun to roll around and do my Devil Dog impression, as Mom calls it.

How come the leaves don’t fall all year long? Wheeeee! This is FUN!

That was then. In Colorado.

Now that we’re on the road and in a place called Virginia, for some big deal next week with greyhound packs, I can’t run like this anymore.

From here on out, it’s all about being on-leash and trying to behave myself. On. Leash. Every. Day. Yuck!

This East Coast place is so full of people, there’s no roaming like a buffalo for me, like when I was the sherrif on the ranch in Colorado.

But that’s OK. Because every time I ack like the Sherrif, and I get all barky because I hate the leash, Mom gets all nervous and she stuffs treats in my face to make me shut my trap.  Like she did here at Treats Unleashed in this town called Columbia, Missouri, where Tripawd Daisy lives.

This leash thing might not be so bad after all. East Coast, I’m ready for ya.

Are YOU ready for ME?

Skwerl. Must. Go.

Three-legged German Shepherd Wyatt hunts for rodents and squirrels on a ranch in the mountains of southwestern Colorado.

Mister Skwerl, why must you torment me? Every day when I patrol the ranch, you taunt me from up above in the tall trees with your ear-splitting voice, calling out “Wyatt! Wyatt! Wyatt!”

I’ve been nice to you so far. All I’ve done is chased you up a tree a few times. Hey, I thought you liked exercise.

But now that your measly little teeth are chewing the insides of my big truck, you’ve gone too far.

Codie Rae and Spirit Yoda, hear my plea.

This. Means. War.

 

And Then Spirit Jerry Told Me

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt understands the importance of a strong pack as he grows up into an adult dog.

“Wyatt,” said Jerry. “2012 is going to be your year. I know it. This is the year when you can let go of your past, and move yourself forward so that you can be the pawesome dog I know you were meant to be.

This is the year when you will turn into a Rockstar Tripawd, the time when you will show your pawrents how much you care about your pack by being at your folk’s side, always calmly and obediently, and helping other dogs stay cool in ruff times.

Wyatt, I know you can do this.”

OK Jerry. I think I can too.

We’re only 11 days into the year, but so far, so good. No fightin, no cussin, no spittin and no swearin. It ain’t so bad being a good dawg. I like the attention and I’ll keep at it. For you, and all the other Tripawds out there who need help.

Sure Jerry, I can do this!

Three Years Kickin’ and a Flying Dutchman Too

Three legged tripod spokesdog German Shepherd Wyatt Ray celebrates his birthday.

You know three is the magic number, right? Well guess what? Three is MY number today! Woo hoo! It’s my birfday!

It’s been a long haul from the nasty Oaktown ‘hood where I was born, to where I am today, but now that the bad stuff is behind me it’s been nothin’ but good times since I found my pack.

Not that my big day was a wild pawty or anything, because you know how it goes when your birthday falls right after the holidays. But even though we were all pawtied out from our time with Santa Paws, Mom and Dad made it special, and went out to get me a Flying Dutchman from In ‘N Out’s Secret Menu!

Hey Abby girlfriend, they’re just as good as you always say they are. Yum! Nothin’ better than two burgers and some cheese. I gobbled it up in two second flat.

And that was my big day. I know this year’s gonna be great, because you can’t go wrong with the number three!