Join Wyatt Ray Dawg on his trip of a lifetime as he travels north in the dog house on wheels to spend summer in Alaska.
And just like that, we’re off. North, to Alaksa! Can you see it? Me, in the land of mushing and snow and plenty of places to roam.
We are getting into the spirit too. Mom and Pops found a pile of snow for me in the California mountains, just ’cause they know how much I love it.
Spring? Where’d it go?! It wasn’t much snow, but enough for me and Boo Boo Bear to have some fun!
I will sing my version of North to Alaska all the way there and back. Join me.
Wild Wyatt left Colorado in the year of twenty eight-teen With Pops his partner and mama Nay too They crossed the Yukon river and they found the bonanza gold Below that old white mountain Just a little south-east of Nome Wyatt crossed the Majestic mountains to the valleys far below He talked to his team of huskies As he mushed on through the snow With the northen lights a-runnin’ wild In the land of the midnight sun Yes Wyatt Ray was a mighty Dawg In the year of twenty-eighteen Where the river is windin’ big nuggets they’re findin’ North to Alaska go north the rush is on North to Alaska go north the rush is on
Wyatt has been busy this winter, including a stint as movie star and director for a short film about his life in the dog house on wheels.
I’ve said it before. I’ll bark it again. I’ve been everywhere, man. But you’d never know it based on my blog. Hey, a travelin’ Tripawd Spokesdawg has lots to do.
I’ve got roamin’ in my DNA and lately it’s taken me to my favorite places like the desert. My people are afraid of winter. So we wait there until it’s over. Or until something important happens, like . . .
My big movie debut!
Ok well not really a movie, but a video about my people. We traveled around in the Arizona outback where a film crew followed me and my people in the dog house. It was a lot like when Jerry was on TV. But this time, I was the star!
And since the director knew what a talented dawg I am, he strapped this movie camera on my back and let ME do the film making. Just wait, you’re gonna love it.
I get tired just thinking about all that movie stuff. You won’t believe what we did! I can’t say anything more for now but I promise I will soon.
Wyatt Ray Dawg turns nine years old today, come pawty with us and watch dogs sing happy birthday to our hero!
“Where does the time go?” I hear humans say this a lot. Silly bipeds, if only they would remember there’s no such thing as “time.” The only “time” there is, is happening now people. Right here, right now. And at this very moment, I happen to be a NINE year old Tripawd!
That’s nine Christmases like this last one, which was the best ever. I opened so many presents I passed out.
You know what my favorite present was? Why a treat dispenser, of course! After all, I’m a chow hound.
That’s nine years of being Tripawds spokesdog and showing all those four-leggers like my new pal Donovan, that we Tripawds can keep up with the pack and show em how things are done!
And that’s nine years of giving my parents more vetscapades and more gray hair. Sorry!
But best of all, it’s nine years of the road dawg life that I wouldn’t have otherwise had if it wasn’t for my pals the Oaktown Pack, who found my people when I needed them most. Thanks dudes.
Enough of the speech. Now it’s time to party down people and sing Hoppy Ninth Birthday to meeeeee!
Tripawd Wyatt ends up in a cone again at the dogtor but this time it’s not his fault he says.
Seems I can’t go a whole year without ending up in the cone of shame. “It’s always somethin” my maw says. Only this time, it wasn’t my fault, I swear!
Last week I woke up feeling bad. I dunno, something made my stomach upset. Before I knew it, last night’s dinner came back up. Only before it landed on the floor, I inhaled it. “Eeew!” I know you’re thinking. But hey I’m a dog, it’s what we do.
Problem is those tasty left overs went down my windpipe. Then I got a fever (104!). And then it was the hospital for me.
They called it new-moan-ya. Whatever it was, now it’s hard to breathe. And I’m not real hungry. But they let me go home and I’m trying hard to feel good again. I’ll be back soon when I feel good enough to tell you more.
Did Wyatt Ray have another pie-a-thon this Thanksgiving? Find out in his latest adventure when a Turkey Tripawd Celebrates a Festive Pawliday.
Hoppy Thanksgiving weekend Tripawds friends! I hope everypawdy had a fun pawliday getting spoiled by the pack. Mine was okay. Unlike last year’s pie-scapade, this year’s festivities were low key for me. Let’s put it this way: I didn’t end the night by throwing up or seeing the dogtor!
My people took me to my grandpawrent’s house. They have slick floors (and I don’t mean cool slick) that make it hard for me to walk. Mom was freaked out so she got me some more Paw Friction stuff and put it on before we made the big drive.
I’m not a fan of anyone touching my feet. But in this case it was a good thing. I got to my grandpaw’s crib and was able to hop around and beg for treats!
Unfortunately, mom and dad told everypawdy about my notorious pie-a-thon. “Don’t turn your back on him and don’t feed him anything!” they said to the other bipawds. So I got NO pie at all. Isn’t that mean?
Lucky me I got cooked sweet potato and some dark turkey meat instead. Better than nothing I say, and it makes me grateful for having such a pawesome pack who makes sure my belly is well fed. Even if it isn’t with pie.
I hope that your human and furry pack mates are having a fun pawliday weekend together! Keep in touch!