Tag: amptuation

Wiley Riley’s Life Lessons

Smart Shepherd Riley teaches dogs how to get new toys.

Speaking of yummy toys . . . my Sheppie friend Riley just did something that probably has us all beat.

He ate his Mom’s laptop and power cord! Not even my road flare trick or Codie Rae can top that one.

Geez, he was just trying to help her by getting rid of that box that makes her so mad all the time. His Dad didn’t scold him too bad though since Wiley Riley was smart enough to not get caught in the act. But later, check this out; his Mom came home with a new chew toy for him!

Hahahahaha! We Sheppies are the smartest dogs ever!

Class, Pay Attention!

Chew a toy of Mom and Dad’s + Don’t Get Caught = More Toys!

I think maybe Riley should come here and share some of his other lessons with us, don’t you?

The Road is My Middle Name

Three legged German Shepherd tripod Wyatt Ray Dawg hits the road in an RV to the California desert.

Ok how’s this: “Wyatt Ray Road Dawg.” What do you think?

We packed up and left my Grandpawrent’s house in Los Angeles last week. Now we are in the desert, by this big stinky lake they call the “Salton Sea.” This place is craaaaaaazy. Lots of kooky campers, some wild desert dawgs, coyotes, and crazy jets zooming around most days. They’re loud but they don’t bug me a bit.

The place we are camped still isn’t as nutty as my Grandpawrent’s house was. Over there they had people coming and going all the time, and lots of little kids who kept running from me. 

They were loud and made me all nervous and jumpy. I had to constantly be on alert there. Every time I barked they got more and more afraid of me. I wasn’t trying to hurt them, I was just being as energetic as they were, you know what I mean?

The funny thing is, they didn’t seem to get that maybe if they didn’t act so afraid of me, I wouldn’t have been so nervous. Duuuuh.

It’s pretty quiet here in the desert, and I like it that way. When dogs do come around, I tend to get pretty excited, but I think I’m getting better at sending silent psychic messages that tell them to be cool, instead of barking my head off.

Oh hey, here’s a picture of me eating these yummy raw rib bones that I got for my BIRTHDAY. Yeah, I turned 1 year old in January! Yipee! Hoppy Birthday to me! My pawrents are so lame, they didn’t make a big deal out of it like some Tripawd pawrents do around here. That’s alright, I’ll forgive them….this time. Maybe next year I’ll get some trachea!

With Thanks to Foster Families Everywhere, Especially Mine

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt Ray Dawg says Thank You to German Shepherd Rescue of Northern California and his Oakland CA foster family.

Well, I guess you could say that me, my Mom and Dad are very grateful, and thankful to have this special girldog in our lives, Miss Codie Rae.

Last year at this time, I was still a star in the sky, yet to be born into guard dog slavery on the end of a rope. And as for my Mom and Dad, they were pretty sad, since Jerry had just gone on to the Bridge.

Now look at us, we are all one big hoppy family! Well, most of the time. Ok, when I’m a good dawg, which, if you ask my Dad, isn’t as much as he wants but I’m trying sooooo hard! He knows that, I think.

Anyhow, if it wasn’t for German Shepherd Rescue of Northern California, Miss Codie Rae, Smokey and her pawrents Martha and Ralph, who knows where I’d be at this very moment?

Thank you Codie Rae, Smokey, Martha and Ralph! This is the Best. Thanksgiving. Ever.

Because my pawrents adopted me, now Travis Ray has a chance at a good home too. At least he’s with my foster family right now, I bet he’s pretty happy about that. 

My Mom just posted about him in a new German Shepherd Discussion Forums group. Let’s all keep our paws crossed that next Thanksgiving, Travis Ray is writing a blog post just like this one!

Gettin’ Rowdy with the Dawgs

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt plays at the dog park two months after his leg amptuation.

OK, Jerry, I got off my tail and posted tonight.

So, here’s a video of me on September 19th, just over two months past my amputation. Can you tell? Do I look tired? Ha! No way. I walked a mile, then stopped at this pawesome dog park to have a good romp with my pals. I sure showed them what a Tripawd can do!

Oh, you can thank my Dad for the gangsta rap music. I think he thought I was homesick for Oakland.