I understand this Jerry dawg has left me some rather large paw prints to fill.
But really, I am not and never will be Jerry. I know my new people know this. And it must be hard not to compare considering how many lives Jerry has touched, and what a wonderful thing he has he has caused to happen here with this whole Tripawds Blogs community.
But for the record, I am the new dog. And while we may never share that same bond they had with the almighty Jerry, I get the feeling they would like to try. I think we’ll make a great pack, if they would just let me be Alpha.
I was proud to be there representing the Colorado branch of Team Tripawds. I could feel my Spirit Brother Jerry there with us, hopping right along with all the cool dog pawrents and dogs, all raising money and doing their best to find a cure to that nasty disease.
The walk wasn’t all sadness though. There was an awesome dog park right next to the route, which no dog in his right mind could resist.
Even with all that walking I did, I wasn’t too tired to play with these rowdy pups!
Thanks everyone, for helping out Team Tripawds and the Morris Animal Foundation raise $15,562 to help with canine cancer research.
Once again, I showed Mom and Dad that I can play nice with other dogs, even four legged ones.
Three legged dog hero Wyatt talks about freedom and being offleash at the ranch.
Ok, so I’m saying to myself, “Wow, what the heck is that thing?”
Then Mom says “Wyatt, be nice!” And I’m like “Hey, that’s one heckuva ugly dog!”
This character you see is just one species I got to know really well during my stay at Vickers Ranch. Right there in my backyard at the campground, I saw deer, horses, snakes, and lots of two legged cowboys and cowgirls too.
But all of that activity really got to me. Mom and Dad were taking me everywhere with them while they helped out, and I didn’t get much time to rest.
I was too busy trying to run around with the other dogs, who were all offleash, and I put up a real stink whenever Mom and Dad wanted to tie a leash to me. This made me really, really cranky.
So my pawrents decided that it was time to go. That perhaps the ranch is just a little too much excitement for a pup like me. They told me that when I’m older we can go back, but now, we’ve gone home to work on training.
But really, we all know the truth about who’s training who, don’t we?