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Pawtying with my Peeps

Three legged German Shepherd Dog Wyatt parties in Longmont Colorado.

You haven’t heard from me in a while. You know what that means? It means I’ve been a Very Good Dog.

Ok, maybe not all the time, but you haven’t seen my name in the headlines either, have you?

I’ve been an almost-pawfect dog, even at the Colorado Tripawds Pawty which my pawrents were really worried about taking me to.

They thought I might try to eat a Golden, nibble on a Shitzu or go around with my Sherrif Wyatt act.

But I dunno, something about being surrounded by my peeps just made me want to relax and have a good time. There were so many Tripawds there, and I got along good with all of them, even Rhyss! 

I was really hoppy all these Tripawds showed up, it was a good day. Mom and Dad were relieved that I didn’t do anything to make people mad at me. Now we can have another pawty!

When I got home I crashed hard. There’s nothing like an afternoon of pawtying to make for one hoppy dawg.

Power to the Tripawds!

My Free Range Lifestyle

Three legged dog Wyatt Ray shares his thoughts on learning good behavior.

We’ve been busy up here in the woods, chasing after sqwirells and stix and managing the homestead.

It’s hard work being a free range guard dog. But I’m learning the difference between any old car that drives by, and creepy nigtime critters.

Sometimes I’ll grumble becuase I miss my loud BARK! BARK! BARK! routine so much.

Deep down, I know I’ve still got the CRAZIES in me!

Ahhh, some people say I’m growing up. I say I’m just learning how to deal with these two legged humans and their silly rules about:

I can only bark at some things
I’m not allowed to race to get my food
and . . . would you believe, I’m not allowed to shake human hands with my teeth anymore?

Sheesh. The things I do for these humans.

Some days I long for the times I could do whatever I wanted to.

But then I remember back to how lonely it was being chained up all day, so I figure the trade off for some nice company, great food and good times is pretty fair.

Dontcha think?

Look What I Can Do!

Three legged amputee rescue German Shepherd dog Wyatt Ray goes to American Dog School in Fort Collins.

I can sit with other dogs. And not try to eat them!

I’m still going to dog skewl in town. The Belt Buckle says I graduated from basic classes (whatever that means) and now I just go every Saturday morning to group therapy.

All us dogs get together and we do things like parade around eachother, sit, stand, stay, blah, blah blah.

There are all sorts of dogs there, even little ones, but mostly it’s a big dawg thang. We get along pretty good, except for one poor guy named Wyley who keeps trying to pick fights.

Dad and Mom say I’m not the worst dog in the class, and they’re right! There are dogs worse than me! Before I started going to class, I couldn’t be anywhere near other dogs without letting them know I’m The Sherriff. Now, I still have to let them know I’m coming, but once I get there I really don’t feel the need to keep announcing my presence. I’m big and bad enough they know I’m there.

 This skewls pretty kool, I can go to as many classes as I want to, for as many years as we want. Mom says we’ll be going forever, this skewl things is supposed to keep me in shape!

I’ve Been Everywhere, Man

Three legged spokes dog Wyatt Ray shares his winter road trip adventure travels from Colorado to Californi and back.

When my folks got me out of Oaktown in August, I had no idea what I was in for.

They took me to their house in the mountains, and it was great. But just when I thought I was going to have a nice comfy life up here, white stuff started falling from the sky and before I could say “Snow Day!” Mom and Dad packed our stuff up and away we went.

Nevada. California. Arizona. New Mexico. Texas. New Mexico again. Then, back to Colorado, which is where we are now.

It was a crazy winter and I have to admit, I was a pretty crazy dog. What I saw, man it was so different from the life in the city that I knew. We  had our share of ups and downs, but I think it was a pretty good trip.

The last couple of weeks I got to see some humans who met me when I first joined my pawrent’s pack. And you know what they said?

They said that I had changed!

Some of them said I was much healthier and stronger. And others said that I was more well behaved and paid more attention to Mom and Dad. Me? Me! That made me feel pretty good, and I think I saw Dad smile too.

Now, we’re back in the big dog house that doesn’t go anywhere, hanging out and working working working. Well, Mom and Dad are working on their computers all the time.

Me, I’m keeping guard and watching out for the moose that we keep seeing around here.  And I try to get my folks out to enjoy this pretty place.

It’s a tough job, but somebody has to do it.

Pronged!

Strong willful crazy three legged dog Wyatt Ray needs a prong collar to help stop leash pulling.

Remember back when I told you how the Gentle Leader is a great nose hair removal tool? Well, it works so well that I lost tons of mine, and my nose was getting so bald that Mom and Dad said “Hey Wyatt, guess what? You don’t have to wear the Gentle Leader anymore!”

Huh? Really! Woooowweeeee! I jumped for joy.

Then they took me to a pet store. I made sure to run in there as hard as I could to tell everypawdy the news.

Mom and Dad walked me right over to the leashes and collars. Man, I was so hoppy! “I’m getting new bling!” I said to myself.

I got new bling alright.

It came in the form of this really shiny metal collar that has sticky things all round it. I thought “Wow, I’m gonna look like a badass!”  Come on Dad, put it on me!

So he does. And guess what? He turns the collar around, and puts the sticky things  on the inside. I’m like “Huh?”

When Dad says “This is the one,” we go up to the register, where a nice lady gave me a bunch of treats. I think she knew what was coming and felt sorry for me.

We walked outside with my new reversible badass collar. I was feeling kinda crazy, and ran over to the truck ahead of Dad. But as soon as I did . . .I felt a pull and then the metal things went thwack!

Ugh!

I’ve been pronged!

Mom said she feels bad, that she never ever thought she would have to use one of these things on a dog of hers.

But I told Mom, “no worries Ma, I’m one of a kind, Mister Original!”

All those things you “thought” about dogs, well, throw them out the window because there is only one . . .

Wyatt. Ray. Dawg.