Wild Boy, a Wild Life, Always Treasured

Our wild boy’s wild life in pictures; remembering Wyatt Ray Dawg, Tripawd German Shepherd extraordinaire.

Wyatt Ray does not want us to end his blog on a sad note. Our fiery Wild Boy was too full of life to allow that to happen. We have a lot more stories to share about him, which we will get to eventually. For now, here are some fun memories that will live in our hearts forever.

Hold On, the Wild Ride has Arrived

You just don’t know what a dog has in store for you when you lock eyes, do you? We should have known by the size of his paws that he had big plans for us. Wyatt was an energetic three-legged bolt of lightening who came to us on a mission: to teach us patience, for starters.

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Everything about Wyatt, from his coloring to his fearless attitude about life was the polar opposite of his predecessor, Jerry. From the day we became a pack in 2009, Wyatt made it clear he was his own dog.

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He was feisty, stubborn and full of himself. And who can blame him? He had such a rough start in life. Tied up to a tether, ignored as a puppy and being neglected can do that to a dog. Now he was free to live his destiny as a dog who would make his own impact on the world, and he soaked up every minute of it.

We found a trainer who helped us reign his big attitude in… for a little while anyways. We had no idea that we were the ones in need of training.

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Soon, he started training us. “Let’s get one thing straight guys,” he would have told us. “I  not Jerry. Oh and by the way, you are now living in my doghouse on wheels.”

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He was the best road dog. Wyatt loved our nomadic life, and knew how to represent when the occasion called for it. Like when Wyatt visited the Alamo with us. He sensed the importance of that landmark, and carried himself in all his German Shepherd glory.

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He could be at home in the city or in the wild. Of course, the outdoors is where he really shined.

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Wyatt could easily make friends when he was a young pup. Here he is with OG Tripawds member, Max.

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Of course he needed the occasional visit from his Oaktown Pack sister Codie Rae to remind him not to get too full of himself.

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When he met TriPug Maggie at a gathering, our crazy young Wyatt gave her props. He knew a legend was among us.

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He had a goofy side that he rarely revealed to others. Wyatt’s roll overs were a special gift he would share with us only occasionally, as reminders not to take him too seriously. Our serious protector had a soft side that could melt our hearts in a second.

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Most other times he was on red alert, sleeping with one eye open and ready for anything. From the mountains of Colorado  . . .

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Or in the endless canyonlands of New Mexico . . .

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To the Northern California coast where he came into this world . . .

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Wyatt had a way of fitting in with the territory. He did his job as Chief Security Officer so well. He  knew when we needed to be protected. We felt safe with him wherever we went, like to the big bad Las Vegas Strip.

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Those big satellite dish ears of his were always tuned into our surroundings.

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Wyatt also kept us safe from wildlife that would want nothing more than to stomp him. At Jerry’s Acres in Colorado, the moose knew when to stay away.

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With all of those great qualities, it always baffled us why he would sometimes do dumb things, like eat inappropriate objects. Here he is modeling the tailoring job he did on Jim’s denim shorts.

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On rare occasions, Wyatt let his guard down enough to just be a dog. When he spent time with his pals, the Odaroloc Sled Dog team, Wyatt stopped being a working dog and switched to play mode.

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And he could always be counted on to have a good time with Austin Ray, his brother from another mother.

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He worked nonstop to represent Tripawds, never once complained about all the gear and food we brought to him for testing. He seemed to like showing the world that while Tripawds are capable of most anything, it takes hard work to keep up strength and stamina to do it.

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His aging was inevitable. But the puppy spirit inside him never faded. Our boy got older, but he was always young at heart. Setting him free was the hardest thing we ever faced.

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And through it all, he stole our hearts. The last twelve years with Wyatt were filled with unforgettable times and the challenge of learning to accept him for who he was, and what we needed to become in order to be good parents to him.

20150704w_wyattfourth03.jpgWe had it easy with easygoing Jerry. Not so much with Wyatt. He was certainly his own dog and never tolerated living in anyone else’s shadow. We were reminded recently about what a wise Tripawds member once said:

“We don’t get the dog we want, we get the dog we need.”

Apparently Wyatt was just what we needed. We never gave up on him, and he didn’t give up on us. Thank you buddy.

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Thank you for all the crazy times, wild boy. We are grateful for all the crazy, messy, joyful, loud and embarrassing situations we found ourselves in with you.

You had an unconventional way of sharing the wisdom of dogs with us, but we hope you think we did alright in learning from you.

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Life is too quiet and tame now. You are missed more than you’ll ever know.

Let Go. Let Dog.

The time came for my people to Let go and Let Dog. To follow the course of nature, and help me be free of these worn out earth clothes.

I think Humans are part Retriever. They love to go out and play fetch for all kinds of things. Money. Cars. Houses. Cats. Dogs. But when they finally get those things, they sure have a hard time letting go of what they find.

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The Wild Boy we will always remember.

In 2009 my parents found me and didn’t let go. I was so glad. We hung on together for a wild ride criss-crossing all over the continent in our doghouse on wheels. My life has been everything a dog could want. All along we knew it couldn’t last forever, but we pressed on, ignoring the truth.

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What a long strange trip it was.

Earlier this year, I tried to prepare my humans that it would soon be time to let go of me. I slowed down. All those daily physical therapy exercises weren’t doing what they used to. I got weak.

Yeah, it’s hard to believe, I know. How does a loud, rowdy punk rock dog like me get old and wear out? My people tried so hard to not let it happen. We followed canine rehab therapists advice my whole life. My coaches worked me hard. I never got a pawliday from fitness!

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Work. Work. Work. That’s me.

But twelve years went by, and then it happened. Nature bats last as they say.

A couple of months ago I knew it was time to ditch these earth clothes of mine. They served their purpose, and I looked great wearing them didn’t I? My people felt sad there were no miracles left for this geriatric Tripawd dog.

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Forever a wild boy.

I held out as long as I could, until I could not. Last week I spoke to Mom, and I spoke to Dad. I showed them I needed to move on. And after lots of tears and talking, they agreed.

It was time for them to let go. It was time to let dog.

And so they did. Yesterday on November 10, they helped me hop out of my achy old bones. While stuffing my face with hot dogs and Auntie Carla’s Cosmic Cookies, I bowed out of this earthly dimension and barked my way to the Rainbow Bridge.

Let Go. Let Dog. I. Am. Free.

Please don’t be sad for me. Listen here people. I’m gone from the earth, but not from the heavens and definitely not from your hearts. Listen for my bark. I’m always by your side Tripawds friends.

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Wyatt Ray Dawg. 01/03/09 – 11/10/20

Please join us for a live video tribute call to celebrate the life of Wyatt Ray Dawg and all our tripawd angels

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Hello Summer Dawg, Goodbye (Maybe?)

Wyatt Ray the three-legged Shepherd shares some summer dawg highlights of his time in Oregon, and a little news on where he is staying now.

Where does the time go? My people say that a lot. Now I’m saying it. Two days ago it was June, when I last wrote to you my friends. And now, it’s August? How did that happen?

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I had a good summer in Oregon!

It’s been a long, lazy summer on the big property by the river that we stayed on.

I love getting pushed around in my chariot. Who says only cats get staff? I have my very own chauffer.

Some days it’s too hot to wear a fur coat, but I can’t do anything about that you know. Instead, I’ve got my staff and Swamp Cooler to help me chill. Life is good.

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Sometimes you just gotta break out the Swamp Cooler!

It was so hot for a while. Before it cooled off again, it was time to to hit the road. My grandpawrents need us with them in Los Angeles. So we packed up and I got to be a road dawg once more. Boy, that’s been a while! I furgot what it was like to go from truck stop to truck stop.

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Wooohooo! I’m a road dawg again!

And now, we are here in the big city. We aren’t seeing much of it because of the virus. My mom pushes me in the chariot when it’s not too hot.

But I don’t care about the heat anymore. I’m livin’ large in the big, cool house, not in the doghouse on wheels, at least for now.

Instead of regulating the elk and watching for intruders in the mountains, I’m chillin’ with the a/c. This is the life! I ain’t never going back to that hot outdoors! Some day I’ll want to go out to the woods again, but no time soon. Home is where we park it. And right now, it’s good to be a city dawg.

Dogtor’s Orders for Senior Tripawd Dogs Like Me

Wyatt share his new life with senior Tripawd dog exercises, swimming and canine rehab for pain relief on his achy old bones.

Did you know that even senior Tripawd dogs need exercise? I’m proof! Check it out!

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Wyatt doesn’t know he’s 11 years old!

Workin’ Out with Senior Tripawd Dogs Like Me

How’s it going pawty people? Can you believe it’s summer? I hope that you and your peeps are doing alright. Mom and Dad keep saying “These are crazy times” but I don’t know what they mean. I’ve always put the Crazy in their life, since 2009!

With all those years behind me, I’m a little slower these days. My peeps noticed, and they wanted to find out what to do about it, so they talked to my favorite rehab people on the computer the other day.

The dogtors asked mom and dad to make me do some exercises. Nothing too hard, as you can tell.

I’m still pawsome right? But the dogtor saw this video and was like “Oh yeah, well we can’t say until we see him in person. But it looks like lumbosacral disease.”

And I’m like lumbo who? The dogtor says “Well, it’s not surprising since he’s a senior Tripawd dog. But it’s also a German Shepherd thing.” I don’t know what that means but now I’m getting all kinds of extra attention, thanks to her orders. She’s in Colorado, and since I’m not a traveling dawg this summer, we won’t be seeing her for a while. Until then, is my life…

First I get to pond swim every other day. Not really swimming though. The dogtor only wants me walking in water. That’s why I’m on a long leash here. I try to swim far but mom reels me back like a fish.

But Mommmm I want to swim! What’s up with this walking thing?

Next, I get to see another dogtor every week. At least for a while. He’s a nice dude but he sticks needles in me. What the?

Another day, another dogtor.

It didn’t really hurt and I didn’t mind, since I got peanut butter the whole time. And the next day I felt so much better, my achy old bones weren’t hurting as much. Mom thinks she saw something new in my hop. The dogtor says he thinks the needles will keep me feeling good.

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Um, why are there needles in my butt?

Mom and Dad are also doing all these new senior Tripawd dog exercises with me. They’re not as hard as my old ones, but I still have to work hard to do them.

At the end of the day, every now and then Mom tries to put a cold thing my back leg, ’cause that’s what the dogtor wants. I don’t really like it and try to run away, but she keeps trying.

Come any closer and I’ll . . .

These people, I tell ya. If it were up to me I would lay around all day. But the dogtor says to keep me moving or my back end will get stiff and hurt more. I don’t mind, especially if it means I get more peanut butter.

Well that’s it for now party peoples. Keep on hoppin’, stay pawsitive and I will too!

Friends to the End. And Beyond.

Wyatt Ray the three-legged German Shepherd dog has strict orders for humans now that his best pal Austin Rae got his wings.

Look guys, I’m not a real softie as you know. After all I am a German Shepherd. But there comes a time when life hurts so much that even tough dogs like me feel sad.

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Nopawdy put up with me the way you did, Austin.

My brother from another mother Austin Ray has gone to the Bridge. He was just one of those dogs who was so nice to everyone he ever met. I admired that about him. He even put up with me and you know that’s saying something.

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There’s no other girl dog like you, Codie.

And in January, our Chief Regulator Codie Rae turned in her badge. Life isn’t quite right ever since. The world is a little quieter with her gone. Ok, a LOT.

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Booyah! Let’s all get the ball and see what happens! L to R: Codie Rae, Austin Ray, Wyatt Ray, Travis Ray

If you don’t know, Austin and Codie are part of the Oaktown Pack. They raised me when I was just a dumb young pup, right after I lost my leg. They taught me everything I know about taking charge and regulating you humans. And now they’re gone.

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I’m gonna miss my best friend.

We sure had some times. Our people got together every now and then, even though we live far apart. They weren’t the only ones having a good time!

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Mature dogs, but never boring.

Get this: try to picture four three-legged German Shepherds and one four pawed recreation leader, Smokey B, raising hell and having a ball! Yeah you know it was a par-tay.

I know that nopawdy lives furever. Not even the world’s greatest three legged German Shepherd dogs.  It ain’t right, but that’s the way it is. We just don’t get enough time on this planet to establish order and do our jobs. Oh and have fun, that’s important too.

The humans always say life is short. Well duh I say, we animals have been telling you that all along. So here’s another reminder. Get out today and go play with your Tripawd. Your quadpawd too! Then give your human pack extra slobbery kisses and tell them how much you love them. Someday when I am just a memory too, you’ll smile and go “Remember how much fun I had when I did what Wyatt Ray told me to do?”