Wyatt the three legged German Shepherd looks for jobs around Lake City Colorado.
Every dog likes me needs something to do. And when my people are away at work all day long, I have to find something to do. Monitoring squirrels just isn’t doing it for me anymore. So the other day, I saw that Mom left a package out. It looked suspicious so I had to inspect it, just like those dogs in the airport and stuff.
Postal Inspector Wyatt at Your Service
Whew! Good thing there was nothing dangerous inside.
It wasn’t too long after that when Mom and Dad said they wanted to go see some stars on their day off. That part I didn’t mind, but what made me crazy was they wanted to sleep outside. On. The. Ground!
Ranger Dawg Patrols the Peaks
The stars were very pretty but it was so cold. They said something about we were at eleven thousand feet altitude. No wonder I felt a little weird while we camped. I was glad to go home and sleep on my couch again.
My most recent job was as a tour guide. We went to town and they have a river there.
K9 Tour Guide leads the way.
Well, apparently people get lost all the time along that river. There are signs everywhere telling them where to go. Don’t they know all they have to do is pay attention?
That’s OK though, I was hoppy to show humans the way to town.
Now I’m waiting to hear back from the fire department. I applied for a job ’cause I saw their fire station dog does absolutely nothing all day long. Lazy dawg!
Fire Fighter Tripawd Shepherd at Your Command
I’ll let you know if I get to put on the uniform. Stay tuned!
Musher Dog Wyatt gets blessed with Spirit Bucky’s ashes on the Feast of Saint Francis Day.
Ashes to ashes . . . they say that’s all we are in the end. But we are so much more than that don’t you think? Take my friend Spirit Bucky for example.
Bucky was a pack member of the Odaroloc Sled Dogs, who you might know because of Tripawd Hero Calpurnia. Bucky was the kind of dawg who showed the world that statistics don’t mean a thing. He beat the cancer odds with not just one but two kinds of cancer, including hemangiosarcma! He made it 48 months when he was only supposed to stick around for six! His momma TC wrote in her blog:
Bucky was the kind of dog that didn’t care that he wasn’t a “real” sled dog. He didn’t care that his coat was thin, his legs a bit too long, or that his ears were apparently put on backwards. He loved being a part of his team, and when they sang, he did his very best to howl along in a baying hound sort of way.
So, you know how when you see someone cool, someone who just has a certain sparkle about them, you think “Man, I want some of what they’ve got!” Well, I got some of what Bucky had. Really!
When I saw the Odaroloc team last month, TC came over to share some of Bucky’s spirit with me. She carries his ashes around when the team travels. Sometimes dogs are lucky enough to get a dash of bucky Magic. . .
On October 4th, the Feast of Saint Francis, which my people say was really cool to do on that day, I got some Bucky Magic. TC came over and took a pinch of his ashes and rubbed them on my head.
We’re nothing but a pile of ashes in the end, but I gots to believe that some of our goodness is left with those ashes too. So, hey ain’t it cool I got a pile of Bucky goodness all over my fur that day?
Tripawd Wyatt Ray Dawg meets up with the Odaroloc Sled Dogs and goes mushing in Telluride, Colorado.
Hey Tripawders it’s been a long time, did you miss me? Sorry I haven’t written, things have been really busy here, see?
Today I’m chillaxin’ and thinking about my friends, the Odaroloc Sled Dawgs. Last week I got to hook up with them again, in the mountains. And man, was it cool. I mean like cold enough for the Huskies to do their thing: MUSH!
And GUESS WHO got to go along for a run? You guessed it, the only three-legged German Shepherd sled dog in the world: ME!
When I met up with them the team was practicing for their big move to Alaska in the winter, so there was no snow, but that’s OK, dirt is just fine by us.
That’s TC, and she’s lead Musher Queen. She had to look hard to find an extra big harness just for me. See, working Huskies are small, and I’m not. But that’s kewl. It fit and she found my color.
I had to chill with the boys for a while, just to make sure we all knew what each other’s butts smelled like. After all, what else do you do when you’re running with team, right? I also had to practice my howling, just to make sure I fit in.
Later that day, like really later, I passed the sled dawg test and got my chance to mush! We ran at night, because well, see, dogs see better than yous humans in the dark. Plus, it was super cold which is perfect for running.
And we were off! We ran as far as any special needs sled dawg team could! There was me, and all of the retired Odaroloc team members having the time of our lives.
It was only a short fun run and not very far but dang! To be part of a TEAM, to run like the wind and pull and howl and . . . wow! TC says I found my calling. She better watch out. I might be hitching a ride to Alaska this winter.
Next time I got another story to tell you about the Spirit of Bucky. But I’ll save that one for later, it’s good. Over and out. And MUSH ON!