The Tripawds Leg-a-cy Continues!
Tripawds spokesdawg Wyatt is happy to be back in the snowy Rocky Mountains, but will be hitting the road again soon!
Mom sez I haven’t blogged in a long time. And that’s setting a poor example as the Tripawds spokesdawg. Whatever.
I been busy. You know, walkin’ and such.
Since my last post here, we spent more time in the desert. I wore my Ruffwear boots cuz there was lots of sharp rocks and prickly catcusses everywhere we walked. Continue reading “Ramblin’ Rocky Mountain Spokesdawg”
Three-legged German Shepherd Wyatt wants to regulate your town for better Quality Neighborhoods.
My name is Tripawd Sheriff Wyatt Ray Dawg and I approve this message.
This country is in need of some regulating, and I’m just the sheriff to do it. You need a dawg to come in and clean up your town, get rid of criminals, thugs and lunatics, and I’m your guy. Just call
1-8oo-Reg-ulate
Together we can take back your town and turn it into a Quality Neighborhood.
My name is Wyatt Ray Dawg, and I won’t let you down.
Wyatt the three-legged German Shepherd wants to eat Diggin Dust Heritage Hogs for dinner in Colorado.
E-I-E-I-O. And on this farm he had some . . .
Dinner! E-I-E-I-O
After we visited Karma’s home town we went to see my friend Kevin the Heritage Hog Farmer. The trip got even better when I saw what was on the menu.
I was SO excited! But then they gave me the bad news. “No Wyatt, those are not for your dinner, they’re for other people’s dinners.”
So. Not. Fair. I’m outta here.
Tripawds Spokesdog Wyatt pays respects to Karma’s Mom in Willard, Colorado.
I keep forgetting to tell you guys about our drive through Colorado in November.
There we were, driving away from the snow for the rest of the year (which is my favorite thing in the whole world, can someone please tell me why my parents don’t like to live there when it’s snowing?), when Dad takes the doghouse on wheels and makes this sharp turn down a little bumpy road.
We went to an old mining town that’s so old it’s not even on the map. They heard about this place, “Willard,” from my friend Karma. She is a really nice Tripawd mom, you should meet her! She’s in the Tripawds chat most evenings.
Anyhow, we were going to this town where Karma growed up (she doesn’t live there anymore). And we were gonna go see it ’cause it’s not too often we’re in that part of Colorado. It’s not too often anypawdy is in that part. I mean it’s WAY out there.
Karma told us that her Momma Cynthia, who got her angel wings when Karma was very young, is in the cemetery here in this little town. Since Karma is on the other side of the country and can’t go visit, we wanted stop and pay our respects for her.
She told us where her Mom is located, under a pretty tree all by itself. Karma says having a tree is a very big deal because there aren’t too many trees out in the prairie. She’s right. But it’s nice and pretty anyways.
We paid our respects and left this charm for Mrs. B. Can you see it in the flowers?
They say leaves don’t fall far from the tree and that it’s like that with pawrents too. I agree. If Cynthia was anything like Karma, she was one super duper nice lady.
Thank you Mrs. B. Karma is pretty kewl.
Tripawd Spokesdog Wyatt Ray the three-legged German Shepherd celebrates his sixth birthday.
Oh Lucky Me. Today is my birthday number SIX!
It’s been a long road to get here.
But I’ve arrived and life is GOOD!
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!
If anyone wants to know what I want for my birthday, how about some pork tenderloin?
