The Tripawds Leg-a-cy Continues!
Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt explains how the breed is not aloof but picky in choosing human friends.
Some people might say that German Shepherds aren’t the friendliest dogs in the world. Yeah, it’s a Lab Lab Lab world sometimes.
But those humans who really understand our breed, appreciate our discriminating taste in people. They don’t look at us as “aloof” but rather careful about who we open our paws out to. Rescue dawgs like me are even choosier.
Not just anypawdy can be our friend, you have to have that little something. You know, like no fear of big dawgs to start.
Treats also help.
Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt tells Santa why he’s been a good dog.
Yo Santa, wait for me! Hey Donner! Blizten! Check me out, I can fly too!
I’m ready to fly with the team, I wanna come too!
See, my people dragged me to this place called Texas, where it’s sunny and hot and sure doesn’t look like Christmastime. They tell me you’re coming here in a few days but I’m having a hard time believing that.
Santa, I’ve been such a good boy. Remember my surgery? Well, I sure put up with that real good, didn’t I? I mean all that pokin’ on my butt, and I only growled at one vet tech. And even though the docs say I can’t run around until my next test on January 2nd, I’m keeping my zoomies under control.
I been real good Santa, I promise!
Hope to see you at my doghouse on wheels soon. I’ll have cookies waiting.
Three legged German Shepherd learns to get along with little white dogs.
You know, I’ve got this thing about smaller dogs, especially white ones.
Those little pups, they remind me of rabbits (mmmmmm). And sometimes, I just don’t know what comes over me, but I can’t help myself . . .
I try to eat them.
But I dunno, something’s different now. Mom sez it’s ’cause I’m older. Whatev. I just don’t think that going after a snack dog is a good idea. It just gets my pawrents all riled up. They get really upset when that happens.
So the other day, when this smaller dogs shows up to my crib, I thought I’d be good for Mom and Dad, so I tried to be his friend.
Well, it helped that this guy, Falcon, snarled and barked real loud and told me what’s what as soon as he met me.
When he did that, I thought, hey, that little dude is pretty kewl.
Turns out Falcon is a Puerto Rico rescue dawg, and he had a hard life on the streets for a long time. He’s even got himself a prong collar! Can you see it? A little dawg with a PRONG? What a badass!
So now, Falcon and I are buds. But he’s moving to Washington, he was just visiting Jerry’s Acres. But I hope I get to see him again. We got along real nice. Even treed a sqwirl together!
Littler dogs ain’t so bad after all.
Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt understands the importance of a strong pack as he grows up into an adult dog.
“Wyatt,” said Jerry. “2012 is going to be your year. I know it. This is the year when you can let go of your past, and move yourself forward so that you can be the pawesome dog I know you were meant to be.
This is the year when you will turn into a Rockstar Tripawd, the time when you will show your pawrents how much you care about your pack by being at your folk’s side, always calmly and obediently, and helping other dogs stay cool in ruff times.
Wyatt, I know you can do this.”
OK Jerry. I think I can too.
We’re only 11 days into the year, but so far, so good. No fightin, no cussin, no spittin and no swearin. It ain’t so bad being a good dawg. I like the attention and I’ll keep at it. For you, and all the other Tripawds out there who need help.
Sure Jerry, I can do this!
Three legged dog Wyatt Ray sees the heartland of America and his first train.
Oh suuuuure. Traveling is fun? Who says?
Eight hours going across boring Kansas with nothing to do but take a potty break in this one horse town.
Where’s a tornado or some real action when you need it?
Duuuuuude. I’ve never seen one of those things before!
Aggggh! Get me outta here!
Just another day in the life of an Oaktown dawg in the country.