Tag: dogs

My Ten-Pawed Pawty

Three legged Wyatt meets tripod Dakota at the Larimer County Humane Society Fire Hydrant 5 Fundraiser in Fort Collins.

I’m finally recovered from the wild and crazy pawty at my crib last weekend. Whew! Who knew that keeping up with a nine year old Tripawd and his girldog bodyguard would be so much work?

Dakota and Evelyn came to see me doing my working dawg impawsonation.


I had to demo my Fit Paws skills at some big event in town.




My fans kept rushing the stage, I had to keep them away.



It got so bad that I had to call in my crew to keep them back!



While Dakota was working hard trying to get people to buy my Mom’s Tripawds jewlery


and Evelyn was looking for something to eat . . .



I got so excited!




Someone yelled “WYATT!” and they weren’t yelling at me! Another Tripawd with MY name showed up!

I dunno though, he wasn’t too cool with my antics. What up dude, how come you aren’t digging my barking?



After that long day in the pawk, we took Dakota and Evelyn back to my crib in the woods.

I’m not sure if they were too hoppy about it. Evelyn tried to kill me a few times.  No really, she did. I’m just glad that Dakota’s Mom and human brother didn’t seem to mind my doghouse rules.


Thanks for coming by Shari and Aidan! I love you!

And as for you Dakota, well, I owe ya buddy. You’re really cool.


Your sister though….she kinda freaks me out.

Apawcalypse Now! Bring it on.

Wyatt will watch out for those left behind during the Apawcalypse.

I hear the humans will be saved tomorrow, well at least the good ones, while the rest will be left to burn on earth during some sort of apawcalyptic madness.

For those of you destined to enjoy this rapture, congratulations!

Please consider planning for the care of your pets once you’re gone. Apparently pets will be left behind. Then consider giving to Tripawds before you go. You won’t need the cash, Admission is free for chosen ones.

For the rest of you, we got your back! Me and my pack will be in the chat room tomorrow providing updates about the end of days from Tripawds HQ.

Drop by to let us know how it’s going in your hood. Maybe once all those saved souls are gone, we can go raid their treat jars.

Be sure to post in the forums with what you’ll be doing to celebrate this Apawcalypse. And let us know if you’ll be leaving this earth, so we can go let the dawgs out.

Ranger Referees Monkeydog vs. Monkeybutt

Tripawds three legged dogs meet up at a member party in Nevada.

Three legged dogs, unite!

Wherever you are, always remember that somewhere out there you have a comrade who’s watching your back.

No matter where you are, there’s a Tripawd friend you can turn to when the going gets ruff.

The Nevada Pawty

A few weeks ago I got to meet fellow Tripawd Ranger at our Tripawds Pawty in Nevada.

Ranger is a  Tripawd like me, but a little older. He thought I was just a kid because I kept getting in his face.

Hey, isn’t that how you’re supposed to say “I wanna PLAY!”?

Ranger made it very clear that he was in charge. I thought he was cool. See how I let him attack me?

He thought I was obnoxious though. Still, we hung out and didn’t kill eachother.

But wait, there’s more . . .

Rocket Meets His Match

At the pawty, this white fluff ball showed up.

I thought perhaps it was an appetizer.

So I lunged toward it, and barked really loud to see what it was.

But then the fluff ball jumped up! He was  a scruffy little thing. After looking at him, I realized he would not have made the most satisfying meal.

Then the scruffy appetizer let out a very. big. bark.

“Whooooah buddy! I just wanna smell you! Chill!” I said to him.

But no luck.

Rocket didn’t want to be my friend, and he took over the couch too. In fact, he looked pretty mad that he was there.

His Mom, who is very sweet and beautiful, thought I was the greatest. She said I was a lot like her Spirit Rugby. I took that as a great compliment.

After a while, Rocket calmed down and even fell asleep. Everyone gave him all sorts of attention. He’s supposed to be famous or something.

He tolerated our racket for the afternoon though, and when it was over, you could tell he was glad to be outta there!

Before we said our goodbyes, Rocket’s Mom made us put on our silly hats, and take this picture to show the world that the Monkeydog versus Monkeybutt Match definitely didn’t lead to bloodshed.

See how we’re all so hoppy?

Everyone was so cool. Thanks for coming to my pawty! Can we do it again sometime?

I promise not to try to eat Rocket!

3-Legged Buffalo Hunting

Three legged dog Wyatt Ray flies to Quartzsite Arizona with the snowbird RVers.

I’m not trying to make you jealous or anything. But since this blog is all about my adventures, I am obliged to report that this month I am sitting in the Arizona sun, lounging and stalking anything that  moves.

Lizards, birds, even these things called “javalenas” which are supposed to be even meaner than me!

One day, I was walking around this thing called a flea market…can somepawdy please tell me how fleas get to have their own store?

So like the fleas had this one store, and look at what was there!

He was a silent type. Didn’t say much, and didn’t even care when I came around to sniff him.

(Buffalo stink like Monkeybutts, by the way!).

Wyatt Houdini Ray Strikes Again

Three legged German Shepherd magic dog Wyatt shows how to make crate covers disappear.

The life of a magician is never an easy one. You’re always lookin’ for a way to top the last magic trick, keep that audience impressed, you know?

Well, I think I gave my pawrents the surprise of their life the other night!

They locked me up in my crate because they went to hang out with friends who had some dogs that were talkin’ trash about me (Ok, maybe I started it, but still….).

So there they go, thinking that the crate locks and four zip ties could keep me from my magic trick show. HA! I fooled them.

The Great Crate Escape

Behold!

On top of my crate, you will see a cover.

Mom sewed it herself.  It’s supposed to make me feel safe and calm. That’s what those dumb humans think anyways. She puts the front of the cover down whenever they leave me all alone.

Now, look carefully at the next picture.

 WAH! LAH!

Wyatt Houdini Ray has made the crate cover disappear!

And everything that was sitting on top of my crate too!

(Ok, I”ll let you in on a little secret. The cover, and the shopping bags, are inside my crate.)

Silly humans, they still have no clue as to how I managed to pull all of this inside, without opening the crate or bending the bars (of which I am totally capable of doing but was just too lazy to try that night).

Sheesh, when will they learn that I, Wyatt Houdini Ray Dawg, am smarter than they are? And I am perfectly capable of entertaining myself while they are away.

Do I entertain you?