Tag: Colorado

Who’s Chewing Who?

Three legged amputee Shepherd Wyatt works hard at the Doggy Olympics in Fort Collins and plays with his Mastiff and Golden Retriever buddies.

Last weeked my pawrents got me up extra early to work at a “Doggie Olympics” in Fort Collins.

It was a place where dogs competed for things like who could catch a hot dog from the farthest distance. My kinda games!

But I wasn’t there to play, I was there to work! Can you believe that?

We had a table there with all sorts of stuff telling everypawdy how pawesome Tripawds are. Mom and Dad were excited because it was the first big dog event that Tripawds was ever “officially” attending.

OK, I know I’m the official Tripawds Spokespup, but sheesh don’t I get Sundays off?

I was kinda cranky and barky at first, having to stand on my buja board to show everyone what Tripawds could do.

There I was, working my tail off (which is hard to do since it’s so long it hits the ground!), from out of nowhere,  my jolly giant buddy Titus showed up.

I flew off that buja contrapion and we wrestled real good! Titus is my most absolute favorite buddy in the world. 

Nobody plays better than he does!

Can you see how big this boy is? That’s his leg wrapped around me? Don’t worry, he’s not hurting me, he’s actually a decent wrestling buddy who doesn’t play mean, ever.

Then, just when we got all tired out, guess who showed up?

My favorite chew toy, Rhys!

Wouldn’t you know it though, Rhys isn’t the little puppy anymore. No, he’s actually pretty darn big, almost as big as me, and he’s catching up to Dillon real quick.

I know Spirit Tripawd Peyton is looking down on that boy, as amazed as we are that he grew so much in just a few weeks.

Next time I see Rhys, he might be even bigger than me. Hah! We’ll see who throws who down next time.

Care to place your bet?

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!

Mom Sez “Rhys is Not a Chew Toy”

Three legged Shepherd Wyatt Ray learns not to chew on small dogs like Rhys.

Oh little Rhys, look, I promise, I won’t hurt you. You’re just so furry and fluffy, you remind me of my stuffies! I just want to use you as a chew toy!

Oh, don’t get offended, come on, don’t hide behind your Mom. Trust me, it’s nothing pawsonal.

I do it to all of the small dogs in the park, you know, the ones who are lovers and not fighters, the ones who don’t want to wrestle and bite me on the neck?

Your Mom is pretty cool for bringing you around, not once, but twice! I’m glad she’s not afraid of my extroverted pawsonality. So are my pawrents.

Rhys, did you notice I don’t try to chew on your big brother Dillon like I do to you? I never got to meet Spirit Peyton, but something tells me he and I would’ve gotten along great.

Little Puppy Lesson for the Day: Here’s a tip for you kiddo; stand tall like Dillon, and bruisers like me will leave you alone!

Uh oh. Mom says I have no bidness teaching you how to be a dog, when I can’t even control myself. I better shut up now, or she’s never going to let me go to the dog park or play with you again!

Later dude.

Who’s a Water Dawg?

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!

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.