From Desert Dawg to Beach Bum

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt travels to California off-leash beaches.

Oh California, how I missed you! Land of wide open beaches and waves and sunny skies.

Ok, forget the sunny skies part. It was Northern California after all.

We left Arizona and drove and drove. I thought the scenery looked familiar.

It was! We went back where we started last fall, to the windy cold city of Eureka.

Mom and Dad drove us all the way back, to say goodbye to an awesome friend they loved a lot. They were very sad. I know they will miss him.

I tried to cheer them up with my crazy antics. And even made silly faces just for them.

It was all fun and games for me. And I even behaved myself wherever we went.

I got to run without a leash on a long, long beach. The weather was nice and cold, just the way I like it.

But my beach bum days are over now. I heard something about going to this place called “home.”

Wherever that is.

See you on the road!

Bad Boy Bernie Meets the Wild One

Three legged German Shepherd Tripawd Spokesdog Wyatt goes sailing in Newport Harbor Califronia.

Bernie, I think you’re hella cool. I don’t care what they say about you eating cameras and car parts.

 Terrorist or not, you know how to show a dawg a good time. 

When I first met you, I wondered if you had what it takes to keep up with an Oaktown boy like me, you being from the OC and all.

But I gotta say, you’ve got da fight in ya, and you know how to throw down some dang good moves!

After we wrassled around, I didn’t know where we were going, Mom and Dad wouldn’t tell me. All I knew is it had something do with water, since they put that stoopid life vest on me.

I hate water. But I wasn’t gonna tell you that. Or your sister. No way.

So I get in this little tin can thing in the water, and I goes for it. The can starts to move. Dude, it moved! I’m like “Huh?”

Who wouldda thought that riding in a boat, in water, could be alright. I used to think sailing and water was for sissies, but when I saw you get in there, I knew there had to be somethin to it.

Ah, the salty air. The big birds flying over my head. The dogs who passed by us that we got to yell at.

Man, I ‘m tellin’ ya, that was RAD!

Thanks for taking me around the OC, Bernie. Oh hey, you too Linda, you’re pretty cool for an old girl.

Now Bernie, tell me the truth…what did that camera taste like? You know, my Mom has one exactly like it……

Pawtying Down on the Pacific Coast

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!

On Your Knees, Punk!

Three legged German Shepherd tripod Wyatt meets hairless Peruvian bitch dog Lily in Borrego Springs California.

There aren’t too many things in this world that I’m afraid of. But the other day, I met this hairless Peruvian bitch who brought me to my knees.

Lily had fire in her eyes and sported a mohawk that would make punk rockers proud. She had a bark and she wasn’t afraid to use it.

She was definitely my kinda girl.

Lily. The punk rocker hairless bitch from Borrego Springs California. I’ll never forget her.