The Tripawds Leg-a-cy Continues!
Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt plays snow ball in Red Feather Lakes Colorado.
“Snow AGAIN?” Mom says.
It’s a big deal kind of weekend. There are lots of people showing up in doghouses on wheels even though it’s cold and snowy.
Mom says “Oh my DOG they must be freezing!”
I’m not sure why she thinks it’s so bad. I’m having a great time!
There should be snow all year long here in Colorado, don’t you think?
It makes everything smell so good.
Come up and play snowball with me!
Wyatt will watch out for those left behind during the Apawcalypse.
I hear the humans will be saved tomorrow, well at least the good ones, while the rest will be left to burn on earth during some sort of apawcalyptic madness.
For those of you destined to enjoy this rapture, congratulations!
Please consider planning for the care of your pets once you’re gone. Apparently pets will be left behind. Then consider giving to Tripawds before you go. You won’t need the cash, Admission is free for chosen ones.
For the rest of you, we got your back! Me and my pack will be in the chat room tomorrow providing updates about the end of days from Tripawds HQ.
Drop by to let us know how it’s going in your hood. Maybe once all those saved souls are gone, we can go raid their treat jars.
Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt ponders vaccines and sausages in Eureka California.
Tell me, Tripawds, what would you rather have stuck in your face?
This?
Or this?
Can somepawdy please tell me: why can’t vaccines taste like sausage?
Three legged Shepherd Wyatt celebrates his two year old birthday.
Well, at least it is when you’re two years old, like I am today.
Uh huh, who’s got a birfday today? I do, that’s who.
Sherriff Wyatt is officially a two year old. My Mom says I definitely act like a two year old. That must mean she’s real proud of me.
Hoppy Burfday to me! Hoppy Burfday to me! Hoppy Burfday Mister Cool Dawg. Hoppy Birfday to meeeeeee!
Now, where did the Birfday Bunny put my present?
Three legged spokesdog Wyatt Ray gets ready to hit the road on Tripawds West Coast Tour.
It’s so cool that there are people reading my blog. Thank you for stopping by to give me the “Paws Up!”
You guys are getting me all teary-eyed with your fan letters. Thank you, thank you.
I’m just chilling here at home, watching Mom and Dad do things to the dog house on wheels. They keep talking about going somewhere warm and to see friends on the coast. I think I remember what that is. It involves water, which I HATE, but it’ll be fun seing my Tripawd peeps.
I’ll miss my skewl class though. Mom said I’m going to get homeskeweled when we take off in the big dog house.
The other day there was snow on the ground, but it didn’t even last long enough for Mom and Dad to take a picture of me trying to eat it. Bummer, all I got was mostly dirt in my mouth. I barely got to taste the snow.
It’s supposed to snow here sometime, but just not this week. As soon as it does though, Mom says we’re outta here. I’m looking foward to being a road dawg again.
See you on the West Coast everypawdy! Here I come!
