Way To Go Wyatt – Page 7 – The Tripawds Leg-a-cy Continues!

They Lied to Me. But I’m Still Having Fun.

Tripawd Spokesdawg Wyatt Ray reports back from his Ruffwear visit and wonders why it’s so warm when mom promised that summer in Alaska would be nice and cool.

My people lied to me. “Oh Wyatt, you will love it in Alaska,” they said. “The weather is much cooler in summer, you will love the nicer temperatures.”

Burke Lake, Quincy WA — Um, summer, nobody asked you to come here.

They said we were going there, but we’re a long ways away still. And I guess we’re really going, because the dog house keeps moving every week or so. But we’re not there yet, and last time I checked the weather man said it would be 85 degrees here in Washington state (that’s 29 degrees to you, Stewie!).

See I hate the hot weather. Look at my fur, people. It’s not easy wearing a dark fur coat. Can you blame me for feeling miserable when summer rolls around? It sure feels like summer right now.

Washington Sinclair Dino — I want to take the Dino to Alaska. Mom said no.

Other than the unbearable weather, so far it’s been a fun ride. In Oregon I got to strut my stuff at Ruffwear. Me and my people crashed their Cinco de Mayo pawty! See the guy next to my paw? That’s Patrick, the guy who started Ruffwear! And next to him is Kyle, he’s the man who gets Ruffwear orders to Tripawds around the globe!

Ruffwear Headquarters — Ruffwear people are as cool as we thought they would be.

I asked my paw if we could make our rolling dog house look like this. He said no.

Ruffwear HQ Bend, OR — Coolest Dawghouse. Ever.

Best of all, I got to meet Angel Skyla’s mom, Rae, and her mellow ol’ brother, Clyde.

Mom tells me to be patient. “I promise Wyatt, the weather will cool off. Just wait!” Sure, I say. I’ll believe it when I see it. Maybe when Stewie and I meet up in a few weeks.

I will report back then.

Get Ready: Wild Tripawd Boy Meets Wild Alaska

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.

Wild Tripawd Meets Wild Alaska — I’m ready Alaska, look out!

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

See you on the road peoples!

This Tripawd Goes Here. There. And Everywhere.

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.

Over and out.

Nine Years and No Stoppin Me Now

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!

Nine year old Tripawd Wyatt — No. More. Unwrapping. Please.

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!

nine year old Tripawd — “Hey kid, watch me!”

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!

One of These Things is Not Like the Other

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!

Tripawd, German Shepherd — And I asked myself, “How did I get there?”

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.