Three-legged German Shepherd Wyatt celebrates five year ampuversary of life on three legs.
Today is my five year ampuversary! Will you pawty with me?
Some people might think it’s weird to celebrate the day you lost a leg. But not you, Tripawds family. You get it. You know that no matter what some people say, it’s really better to be hoppy on three than not be here at all.
They poked and prodded and sliced, and . . . uh oh. Nothing came out. Nothing smelly or icky or runny or anything good like that.
Finally the vets came out and said “So, it could be this, or it could be that, but it doesn’t look like cancer. But we need to ‘go in’ and see.”
Before I knew it, Mom was giving me big hugs and then the nice lady vet walked me down the hall away from Mom and Dad. And that was that. So here I sit in a cold steel kennel, waiting . . . . (I’m sending this to my Mom psychically, you know?).
Tomorrow, Dr. Feelgood is gonna zonk me out and when I wake up, we’ll know what to call that creature in my leg.
Three legged German Shepherd dog Wyatt remembers pawtying with his canine amputee pals.
So much for my big Hollywood debut this weekend. There’s a lot of rain falling from the sky, and all the humans here think it won’t be any fun to pawty in the mud and rain so they cancelled my L.A. pawty!
Wassup with that? Did anyone ask me what I thought? I’ll bet if Bernie Bin Laden was here he would set them straight!
Well whatever. At least we had a good time back in Northern Cali with all my friends. Good times, man, good times.