Hey Dr. Feelgood, Don’t Forget About Meeee

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt Ray Dawg goes in for exploratory surgery at Texas A&M University Veterinary Teaching Hospital.

Boy, of all my schemes to squeeze attention from my pawrents, this week’s stunt wasn’t on my radar, I swear! I really didn’t plan to visit an operating room on the same day that Spirit Jerry was getting his leg amputated back in 2006, but sometimes that just how life rolls.

There I was one day last week, having a ball barking and getting into scruffs with the Amazing Tripawd Vizsla, Bart (more on that action-packed adventure when I’m feelin better), when all of a sudden this thing starts growing on my butt and before I knew it, wheeeeeeeee, down the rabbit hole and into surgery with some people that folks call “Aggies.”

Here’s the kicker: I’ve got them geniuses stumped, AGAIN! Haha, just like last year at Colorado State when the smart people couldn’t figure out why my stump had a lump, now I’ve got more Einsteins wondering what the heck is THAT on his BUTT?

It sucks that I have to stay in the hospital until next week, but I’m getting so much love here from all the poor vet students who had to stay in skewl for Thanksgiving. I heard the doc tell my people that maybe next week I can go home. Dang, I hope so, I want some of those turkey leftovers I keep hearing about!

Hey you guys, don’t feel bad for me OK? You go be with your tribe, love each other up on Thanksgiving, and remember, who loves you baby? I do!

Your friend, conspirator, and Sheriff,
Wyatt Ray Dawg

 

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?

Tripawds Sheriff Coming to Your Town, Let’s Pawty!

Tripawds Midwest and East Coast Winter Tour 2012 visits Greyhounds Rock canine cancer conference and three legged dogs around America.

Well, that is if you live in Kansas, Missouri, Southern Illinois, Indiana, Ohio,the Virginias, the Carolinas, Georgia, Memphis, Mississippi, Loosiana, and the South of Texas, New Mexico, Arizona and California!

My duties here as Sheriff of this Colorado ranch are done next week, and we’ll be back in the saddle again.

Look for our rollin’ Tripawds dog house on wheels coming to a town near you, starting around October 1.

We’re headed to the Greyhounds Rock Canine Cancer Conference in Virginia! Then out west to stay warm all winter.

And if you got RV parking, even better! Hey I promise to behave myself, I can be The Best Guest Ever!

Wanna pawty? Drop me a line, let’s meet up!

Hey Sheep, Yer Goin’ fer a Ride!

German Shepherd sheep watch dog Wyatt tells the herd a secret at the end of summer.

Pssst! Hey listen Sheepie, I got something to tell you. Now remember I’m just the messenger OK? Don’t be mad at me.

The rancher lady sez to me that my security services are no longer needed at the pen. She sez you’re going away.

I’m not sure where you are going, but I heard her say something about a house?

Wherever you go little Sheepie, I just want you to know that I had fun getting to hang with you. I never thought I’d like to watch over sheep somewhere besides my food bowl!

Maybe when you come back all wrapped up, the food bowl is where you’ll be!

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.