The Tripawds Leg-a-cy Continues!
Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt plays snow ball in Red Feather Lakes Colorado.
“Snow AGAIN?” Mom says.
It’s a big deal kind of weekend. There are lots of people showing up in doghouses on wheels even though it’s cold and snowy.
Mom says “Oh my DOG they must be freezing!”
I’m not sure why she thinks it’s so bad. I’m having a great time!
There should be snow all year long here in Colorado, don’t you think?
It makes everything smell so good.
Come up and play snowball with me!
Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt travels to California off-leash beaches.
Oh California, how I missed you! Land of wide open beaches and waves and sunny skies.
Ok, forget the sunny skies part. It was Northern California after all.
We left Arizona and drove and drove. I thought the scenery looked familiar.
It was! We went back where we started last fall, to the windy cold city of Eureka.
Mom and Dad drove us all the way back, to say goodbye to an awesome friend they loved a lot. They were very sad. I know they will miss him.
I tried to cheer them up with my crazy antics. And even made silly faces just for them.
It was all fun and games for me. And I even behaved myself wherever we went.
I got to run without a leash on a long, long beach. The weather was nice and cold, just the way I like it.
But my beach bum days are over now. I heard something about going to this place called “home.”
Wherever that is.
See you on the road!
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!
Three legged Tripawds Spokesdawg Wyatt takes a road trip to meet other tripod dogs from Colorado to Washington and beyond.
With all these miles behind us, now we are in this dark rainy place called Oregon, I’ve been too busy barking my way down the highway to stop and tell you about my adventures, so here goes.
Colorado
When we were in Colorado, I got to hang with Calprunia, queen of the Tundra and her Odaroloc Sled Team.
Cali, being the Queen, and 15 years old and all, supervised while me and the team ran laps around her estate.
I never get to run like that! Let me tell you, those guys can run!
I thought Calpurnia was so beautiful. She never said anything, but all of her power was in those eyes of hers.
I think I’m in love with an older woman.
A Legend Meets a Legend
Later, I got to hang with this old dude named Eisen.
Mom and Dad were mad because I tried to get him to play by barking and running circles around him, but he would have none of it.
He just tried to play it off like he was some cool dude who didn’t like getting dirty or something.
Mom said I was disrespectful. After all, Eisen is a 12 year old living legend (like me, right?) and he has lived with osteosarcoma for almost three years now. Oh and Spirit Jerry got to play with him too, so they thought I had to be nice.
That Jerry, always messin’ things up for me. Blah blah blah.
OK OK, I get it, he’s a hero.
But he still didn’t want to play with me, so I was mad.
Going West!
After Eisen and Calpurnia, we went to New Mexico, Arizona Utah and Colorado all in one day. Apparently this marker thing was something very important and showed exactly where I was, so Mom and Dad made me sit on it.
Then it was hours, and hours of driving, and more driving. I don’t know how Dad does that. Mom just sits there with yarn and these sticks of some sort, moving them around.
When I wasn’t asleep I was at truck stops and gas stations, saying hello (“BARK!”) to everypawdy to announce my arrival.
Crossing the Snake River
After a while, we got to this place called IDAHO….
No, YOU DA HO!
hahahaha! I kill myself!
And with that note, I’ll paws for now and save my best stories for next time, when I got to meet the one, the only, James the Poodle! (Who I was very, very good around!).
Three legged Monkey Dog barks like a chimp and plays with canine friends in Fort Collins Colorado.
Have you heard? Are you in the In-Crowd?
Monkeybutt is.
And me, Monkey Dawg Wyatt Ray, sure am!
Here’s a video of the last days of summer, with me doing my best Monkey Dawg impression.