The Tripawds Leg-a-cy Continues!
Three legged Shepherd Wyatt celebrates his two year old birthday.
Well, at least it is when you’re two years old, like I am today.
Uh huh, who’s got a birfday today? I do, that’s who.
Sherriff Wyatt is officially a two year old. My Mom says I definitely act like a two year old. That must mean she’s real proud of me.
Hoppy Burfday to me! Hoppy Burfday to me! Hoppy Burfday Mister Cool Dawg. Hoppy Birfday to meeeeeee!
Now, where did the Birfday Bunny put my present?
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.
The Oaktown Pack
Chloe, Spirit Cherry’s Pal
The NorCal Tripawds Crew
And Ohhhh, my bestest girl (well, after you, Codie Rae), Hurricane Rosie. She drove me crrrrrrrraaaaaazy in that French lingerie!
Guess I’ll just keep dreaming of the day when I can run around with my Tripawd pals again.
There’s nothing like it in the whole world!
Three legged German Shepherd spokesdawg Wyatt Ray travels down the Pacific Coast to meet other canine amputees and friends.
Hey all you Wyatt Ray Dawg posse! I’m so dang behind in letting you know where I’ve been and what I’ve done. I’m sure you’ve all just been waiting to find out what I’ve been up to, haven’t you?
There’s so much to tell, here are some of the good times I had between Washington and California. Stay tuned for Pawt 2…the Tripawds Pawty in Northern Cali!
Pawty in Puyallup
The Tripawds pawty in Puyallup Washington was a BLAST! Although Lincoln’s peeps were cool, Lincoln didn’t care for my barkin.
Sammy was a cool pup. He’s a talker like me, only I think he was mostly telling me to shut up.
I talk too much for him I guess.
Whatever dude!
Sammy and Lincoln got along good. I think because they’ve met at other Puyallup pawties before.
Can’t please everyone I guess.
But when Julian (Dr. Pam’s dawg) got there, that’s when things got really rowdy! I wish all dawgs were like Julian, he’s my kinda friend.
This really nice girl named Laura brought what she said was her dog-in-a-box, aka, the World’s Only Invisible Tripawd, Captain Jack. I don’t get how she fit a dog in a box or why he wouldn’t come out to play, but that’s alright. I was busy barkin and rollin around with Julian.
Then, as many of you know, I met James the Poodle! He’s a cool old guy, I behaved myself around him, because well, I really just didn’t want to get too close. I knew there was a lion in that little Poodle body just waitin’ to swat at me if I got wild around him!
The No Fence Good Dawg Park in Portland
After Puyallup (had to have Mom spell that for me, that’s a tuff one), we went to Portland where I got to meet Indi! She is the world famous three legged Saint Bernard, and she was alright.
She let me bark in her face and didn’t mind one bit. We played a little but not too much becuase Indi took us to a dog park that didn’t have a fence, and Mom and Dad wouldn’t let me run around.
A dog park without a fence? Huh?
Mom says that it was “The Good Dog Park” and that since I’m still learnin’ how to be a good dawg, I couldn’t contain myself enough without a fence. It was leash play for me only.
But that’s OK, cuz then we went to have beers at the Lucky Lab Brewery in Portland. Mom, Dad and Indi’s Mom Raina, and Indi of course, all sat outside in the freezin’ cold just so we could all pawty together! Is that puppy love or what?
Following the Legend of Jerry
I really liked driving to the ocean, since I don’t get to see it too much. I think I’ve only seen it once before. There’s water there, which I don’t like at all, but I dig the sand and running with kelp in my mouth! Something about that fresh air just makes me go wild!
We drove to Eureka, where the world famous Spirit Jerry G. Dawg was born and lived with Mom and Dad for a long time. That was cool seeing where he got to pawty and hang out, like in the big trees. Man, I never see trees like that!
Even though I sometimes hate how all I hear is what a great dawg he was, I know I wouldn’t be part of Tripawds if it wasn’t for him. Thanks Jerry.
So anyhow, we go to see Jerry’s friends, like Diane here, who runs the doggie daycare where Jerry used to go all the time. Jerry really liked daycare, they say. Not me. I hate being confined, I want to roam and run free!
After Eureka, we went down south to see the NorCal Tripawds crew. Stay tuned, I’ll tell you about that in a sec. It’s intermission, go grab yourself a brewski and come on back for more good times!
Giant Spanish Mastiff puppy Titus plays with three legged German Shepherd Dog Wyatt at Fort Collins Fossil Creek Dog Park.
When I see a little dawg, I want to shake it like a toy. But when I see a Big Dawg, it’s time to bring out the wrasslin’ mat!
My friend Titus and I love to wrassle. Back in Colorado, we had a lot of fun at the dog park.
Nobody can play like Titus. He’s kinda like a big bulldozer, moving everypawdy around all nice and easy like. He’s a cool dawg.
Mom keeps tellin’ Dad that I need a buddy like Titus. But Dad says “Oh yeah, where’s he gonna fit?”
There’s only room for my crate in the RV, so if I got a brother, then I guess that means the crate would have to go, right?
If I had a brother, I would be a good dawg, I promise! And we could have fun alllll day long, like the way me, Titus and Hammy did back in Colorado!
Three legged Tripawds Spokesdawg Wyatt takes a road trip to meet other tripod dogs from Colorado to Washington and beyond.
With all these miles behind us, now we are in this dark rainy place called Oregon, I’ve been too busy barking my way down the highway to stop and tell you about my adventures, so here goes.
Colorado
When we were in Colorado, I got to hang with Calprunia, queen of the Tundra and her Odaroloc Sled Team.
Cali, being the Queen, and 15 years old and all, supervised while me and the team ran laps around her estate.
I never get to run like that! Let me tell you, those guys can run!
I thought Calpurnia was so beautiful. She never said anything, but all of her power was in those eyes of hers.
I think I’m in love with an older woman.
A Legend Meets a Legend
Later, I got to hang with this old dude named Eisen.
Mom and Dad were mad because I tried to get him to play by barking and running circles around him, but he would have none of it.
He just tried to play it off like he was some cool dude who didn’t like getting dirty or something.
Mom said I was disrespectful. After all, Eisen is a 12 year old living legend (like me, right?) and he has lived with osteosarcoma for almost three years now. Oh and Spirit Jerry got to play with him too, so they thought I had to be nice.
That Jerry, always messin’ things up for me. Blah blah blah.
OK OK, I get it, he’s a hero.
But he still didn’t want to play with me, so I was mad.
Going West!
After Eisen and Calpurnia, we went to New Mexico, Arizona Utah and Colorado all in one day. Apparently this marker thing was something very important and showed exactly where I was, so Mom and Dad made me sit on it.
Then it was hours, and hours of driving, and more driving. I don’t know how Dad does that. Mom just sits there with yarn and these sticks of some sort, moving them around.
When I wasn’t asleep I was at truck stops and gas stations, saying hello (“BARK!”) to everypawdy to announce my arrival.
Crossing the Snake River
After a while, we got to this place called IDAHO….
No, YOU DA HO!
hahahaha! I kill myself!
And with that note, I’ll paws for now and save my best stories for next time, when I got to meet the one, the only, James the Poodle! (Who I was very, very good around!).
