Three Legged Couch Surfing Across America

Three legged dog Wyatt discovers the joys of couch surfing in an RV

Mom and Dad said I couldn’t get on the furniture at home, not even the bed. They said I haven’t earned that privlige yet. I’m not sure what that means.

But when we moved into the big doghouse on wheels, Dad said I could get on the couch if I wanted to. The couch is the only place where I can see out the window, and I like to see who’s going by. It’s my job, you know.

Here at the RV park in Nevada, there’s lots of peeps going by. The neighbor lady has two cranky old girldogs who sit outside all day and bark all the time. So I sit up here, and tell them who’s boss of this doghouse. I’ll be here until Christmas. It should be fun showing them who’s king around here.

The couch is waaaay more comfortable than my crate. I think I like this thing they call RVing.

But Dad says I still can’t get on the bed.

A Ten Legged Furry Family Reunion

Wyatt sees his German Shepherd Rescue of Northern California foster family in Colorado.

Before we left Colorado, my pals Codie Rae and Smokey came to visit me, all the way from California!

This is the crazy bunch I lived with last summer before my Mom and Dad took me home with them.

I never thought I would see that rowdy bunch again. When they pulled into my driveway, I went craaaaaaazy!

We played for three days straight. It was like a non-stop doggie rave.

Bark! Bark! Woof! Bark! ! Wooooooof!!!

I’m telling ya, non-stop! Codie Rae was so hoppy to see me, she leaped five feet into the air.

As you can see in my movie, we had a crazy time. I can’t wait to see them again, maybe after Christmas when we have another Northern California Tripawds Pawty.

I Met a Three Legged Donkey

My pal Max’s Mom was talking about prosthetics for animals the other day in the Tripawds news blog. That story reminded me about someting that happened to me recently . . .

When I went to see the good people at Colorado State University’s Vet teaching hospital back in October, I cruised around the campus and stumbled into a three legged donkey!

Ok, well, kinda. It was actually a statue of Primrose, a famous three legged donkey that the docs at CSU saved back in 1998. Here’s the story on a plaque next to the statue of her.

“When a few months old, Primrose’s hind leg was mauled by dogs. The leg was amputated and a prostheses developed to enable her to live a full life in the mountains of Colorado.”

Sculpture by Dawn Weimer outside the Large Animal medical Center at Colorado State University, Fort Collins.

Puppy Love at the Farmer’s Market

Three legged German Shepherd dog Wyatt plays with other dogs at the Fort Collins Colorado Farmers Market.

I’m a mountain mutt, and I like it that way. I run in the woods with my parents, stalk moose and deer, and chomp on pine tree sticks in my back yard.

But Mom and Dad think that I need to get out more, so wherever they go, I go along for the ride. This is a video of me hanging out at the Fort Collins Farmer’s Market. I met this cool pup about my age, who wanted to wrestle. Even though he was like a third my size, I said “sure, why not?!”

As you can see, I was pretty nice to him. He was a cool dog though, hope I get to see him again.

But Mom, Why Do We Gotta Leave?

Three legged Oakland dog Wyatt leaves on a road trip in the RV for winter.

I was just getting used to this country life, enjoying all the snow here, when Mom and Dad said “OK, it’s too cold! Time to go Wyatt.”

So they loaded up this big house on wheels, and we left Colorado yesterday. Now we are sitting at a place called a “truck stop” in Utah. I don’t know where we’re going but they say I’m going to like this adventure, “what dog wouldn’t?” they say. 

I’m not sure about this yet. My tummy is all messed up, and I poo’d all over my new house last night. That happened when Mom and Dad went to get dinner after the truck stopped working on the freeway. They locked me into my crate but I wasn’t going to poo in there! So I busted out. Yeah, all you dogs who get locked into those dumb boxes, just ask me how to escape, I’ll teach ya all the tricks! Mine was easy though, I have to admit, my soft crate just needed one good swipe of the paw, maybe two, and I was out. I almost broke all the way through the house screen door too, but Mom and Dad came home before I finished.

It’s a nice morning. Mom cleaned the rig, and now in a little bit we’ll get started moving again. I can’t wait to get out of this truck and run around again.