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!

Making the Grade with Santa

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt unwraps his Christmas presents.

Hello Tripawds Boys and Girls, did you have a Merry Christmas? I sure hope so cause you deserve it.

Woo hoo! Santa found me! Thank you Santa!

Christmas was exciting. I saw Mom getting all worked up because of these tomato warnings on the radio all morning. She was worried the tomatoes were going to come and get us. I don’t know why she’s so afraid of them, I think they’re yummy.

Santa sez I was a good dawg all year. I got some really cool toys, and even my Oaktown Homies remembered me! Dad says they sent doggie crack in these treats, cause they were so good I wouldn’t give ’em up until Mom put another present in front of me.

When all the unwrapping was over, the tomatoes didn’t get us and I’m so glad. Now I get to play with my new kitty!

I hope Santa was good to you this year. And if you didn’t make his Good Dawg list, well I’ll have a talk with him if you want.

 

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.

 

Playtime with Pills

Help give your dog pills with interactive Doggy Twister game by Nina Ottoson.

They can put a man on the moon but can’t make pills that taste good. What’s up with that? Y ou’d think that for $97 a bottle for one of my surgery meds, they could make them taste like fresh bison meat or something!

If your dog is taking pills for something, I’ll bet you’ve tried all sorts of ways to disguise them. But have you ever made a game out of pills with your dog? Me and my momma now have an “interactive” pill game. Here’s how it goes.

 Mom breaks out the Doggy Twister Game and puts treats in the compartments. She thinks she’s being sly by putting my meds in there but I’m onto her.

One by one I take each bone off the game and the fun begins. When all the bones are off, I can slide the doors around.

And what’s behind the doors?

My breakfast!

Oh and some pills too. But I don’t mind you see, because it’s so much fun trying to dig up all of my kibble! Sometimes I see the pills and skip them, sometimes I don’t see them at all because I’m nearsighted (didn’t you know, all dogs are, especially breeds with big schnozolas like mine!). Usually I leave the pills in there and we have another go-around. That’s my way of me getting Mom to play another game with me!

The Dirt: Mom is making me pimp out the Doggy Twister Game because she says I gotta help pay for my $97 meds! Go buy one today!

Home is Where it’s At

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt Ray Dawg recovers from alient butt lump surgery at Texas A&M Veterinary Teaching Hospital.

Hey peoples, did you miss me?

I’m baaaack. Yep, no more hospital food or alien butt probes for me. No matter how much the smarties poked and stuck things in me, they couldn’t figure out what the rump lump was. Do I get bonus points for stumping the geniuses?

It’s kewl to be couch surfing again. My pack is sticking around Texas cause I got two more visits at the v-e-t but I don’t have to stay overnight, they just want to see me because they’ll miss me so much by then.

The only problem now?

These stupid cones are really crampin’ my style!

Geez, how much more humiliation do I have to endure?