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Pronged!

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!

Ugh!

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.

Hot Dawg No More

Three legged tripod Wyatt stays cool in the Texas heat.

There’s this thing called “beer” that my pawrents seem to like. They like it so much, they went to a big factory to see how this stuff called “Shiner Bok” is made.

Of course, the beer people didn’t want ME in their factory. Can you believe that?

I guess the Shiner people haven’t heard that the Texas Rangers thought I was cool enough to go into the Alamo.

Since then, it’s gotten real hot in Texas, so there’s no more leaving me in the truck. Now I go everywhere with my humans and they have rearranged their lives just for ME.

I can’t wait to get back to Cooooolorado. I like Texas but I really hate the heat. Whenever it’s sunny, I always look for shade. I won’t walk another step if it’s too hot for me. This black fur of mine is really warm, you know.

And by the way, if you see any dog locked up in cars this summer, be sure to ticket the ignorant humans with one of thise My Dog is Cool flyers.

Sheriff Wyatt’s in Town

Three legged Wyatt travels the Southwest on his road trip adventures.

Talk about a find, look what I dug up in the desert~ Can you believe someone left this behind? Mmmmm, tasty. Way better than a road flare.

We walked around the desert a lot this winter in the southwest. I learned a few things, like, don’t poke your nose where it doesn’t belong.  

I wore my Ruff Wear boots all over the place, and I was glad I did. Shoes aren’t my favorite thing but sharp stuff stuck in my paws is even worse.

Since then, I’ve been to Arizona, New Mexico and now we’re in Texas, where we almost got washed away in a river.

I’m getting better at meeting new people and going new places. But I’ve got a long way to go. Sometimes things just hurt my brain when they don’t make sense. Which happens a lot when you move from town to town. So I just have to ask people why they’re doing what they’re doing.

My new nickname is “The Sheriff.”

” Though the miles lay long behind you
You have still got miles to go
How’s love ever gonna find you
If it ain’t here it’s down the road”

– Steve Earle, Down The Road

Slave to the Man

Three legged German Shepherd dog Wyatt Ray works hard as Tripawds ambassador.

When Codie Rae told me I was going to a new home, she did not tell me that it was under the condition that I work off my room and board. I think she was trying to get rid of me because she knew that Mister Perfect Travis Ray was coming for a permanent visit.

Since I’ve been a part of this crazy pack, I’ve made videos, worked in the blazing hot sun as an ambassador, gone on hospital tours and now, I’ve been subjected to starvation for the sake of another hinky Tripawds contest.

The other day my pawrents put my food bowl in front of me. Thinking that perhaps there was something edible inside of it, I jumped in and took a big bite of  . . . paper! They said I was picking a winner or something.

Geez. How low can they go?

Then again, I guess it ain’t all bad. We’ve left California and are now in another desert, in Arizona. I’ve never been to Arizona, so I guess there’s one perk of this Tripawds Ambassador job.

Hmmmm….I guess it ain’t so bad after all.

Dig My Whirling Walk in the Desert

Three legged German Shepherd dog Wyatt shows us how he walks with the Gentle Leader.

You can’t say I don’t know how to occupy myself. See, I’ve been digging these great huge holes out here in the desert, trying to find out what’s underneath all this dirt.

Mom and Dad don’t seem to care too much ever since they heard that digging is good exercise for a Tripawd’s wrists. Plus, it’s not like there’s any grass here to ruin or anything (well, except this fake stuff). So when my pawrents working on whatever it is they do, I’m doing my investigations.

 Ok, now my Mom wants you to know that she knows that rope on my harness looks bad, but she and Dad keep a close eye on me and don’t let me stay on it unsupervised or get tangled up in it. Except of course, when I can’t stop them because I’m having a freak out.

Little do they know my evil plan . . . whenver I freak out, Mom and Dad have to stop what they’re doing, and take me for a WALK!  Bwwwwaaaaahhhh ha ha!