Three Legged Wyatt Ray meets Tami of American Dogs School Fort Collins Colorado
Since I busted out of Oaktown, I’ve been put through a lot of training devices, books and consultations. Apparently my pawrents think my behavior needs some modifications.
They don’t like the fact that I’m so expressive, like when I bark my head off at the enemy, or go after small dogs who look like squirrels to me. Yo Mom and Dad, this is my JOB!
I think I’ve been pretty nice in tolerating their attempts to make me into a wussy. I thought I had seen all there was to see when it came to dog training.
But last week, this lady blew my mind.
We met some rodeo chick in Fort Collins who supposedly can tame even the wildest, biggest beast. She runs the Bad Boy Dog Skewl in town, and guess who got thrown into her rehab program?
She told Mom and Dad she guarantees they’ll get the dog they want.
Lady, you might have a big belt buckle, but you’re dealing with a member of the Oaktown Pack.
Wyatt. Ray. Dawg.
Put your dukes up!
How not to teach a three legged German Shepherd dog how to swim.
If I was meant to swim in water, I would’ve been born with webbed feet, or at least with a Float Coat strapped around me.
But for some reason, my pawrents think that I’ll have a good time if I get my fur soaking wet in ice cold water.
I tried to tell them when we were camped next to a river in Texas, but they wouldn’t buy it. “The water is so warm Wyatt, get in!” The begged me but I wouldn’t do it.
Then, last week we went to a dog park in Fort Collins that has a swimming pond.
There were a lot of crazy dogs there who loved getting in the water. Beats me why they thought it was so fun. But everyone there thought I should get in too.
The humans kept begging me to go in.
Then you know what they did? They took my tennis ball, and threw it in the water. “Go git it, Wyatt!” they yelled. I thought that was pretty mean. There I was, having a good time chasing small dogs with a tennis ball in my mouth, when all of a sudden it was grabbed away from me and I was expected to swim.
Ok, so I got in up to my elbows. And then I got out. My new buddy got mad, and yelled at me to get back in, but no tennis ball was worth it to me.
Yeah right. I am a Shepherd after all! I was born to patrol water, not get into it and end up looking like that!
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.
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!
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.
Three legged tripawd Shepherd Wyatt Ray plays with many toys after his adoption and amputation.
When I got picked to be part of Mom and Dad’s pack, I never had my own toys before. I spent my life at the end of a rope, and the only fun I hever had was playing in the dirt, or barking at people.
But since I came to live with my pack though, they keep bringing me all kinds of cool stuff to play with. Like this big fluffy snake. And some guy named Bart. I heard the humans call them toys.
Whatever they are, they sure taste good. Especially the white suff that’s always inside them.
Oh, by the way, can you see that white strip across my nose? That’s from that stupid Gentle Leader that Mom and Dad keep making me wear whenever I walk. That darn thing is making me lose my hair on my snout! I keep trying to tell them I don’t need it. So they take it off me, and the we go on a walk and I guess they don’t like the way I walk without it, becuase right back on it goes.
Maybe some day I won’t have to wear it anymore. I’d sure like my nose hair to grow back!