Three legged German Shepherd puppy Wyatt wonders why people are afraid of him.
All the people in my Mom’s family here in Los Angeles are afraid of me. I have no idea why.
They think I’m this crazy beast or something. Ok, so I like to say hello by wrapping my mouth around their wrists and nibbling on their fingers. And perhaps my ear-splitting “hellos” leave them shaking in their shoes.
Maybe that’s why Grandpa keeps calling me Lobo!
So hey, why not act like one? A wolf, that is.
But see, I have a soft side too! I can be a real ladies’ man, you know!
Three legged tripod hero Wyatt Ray Dawg celebrates his ampuversary.
Today is my three month ampuversary. Three months since I got my leg taken off and got saved from that nasty ghetto house in Oaktown.
And this coming week, it’ll be two months since I met my new pawrents and they took me with them to these beautiful mountains. And now, I’m ten months old.
I weigh 70 pounds today (I was around 63 when the good people at German Shepherd Rescue of Northern California came to help me). Three months later, I’m doing pretty good. My rear leg gets stronger all the time. How can it not, these mountains are steep!