Tag: Gentle Leader

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.

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!

Toys Taste Greeeeeat!

Three legged tripawd Shepherd Wyatt Ray plays with many toys after his adoption and amputation.

When I got picked to be part of Mom and Dad’s pack, I never had my own toys before. I spent my life at the end of a rope, and the only fun I hever had was playing in the dirt, or barking at people.

But since I came to live with my pack though, they keep bringing me all kinds of cool stuff to play with. Like this big fluffy snake. And some guy named Bart. I heard the humans call them toys.

Whatever they are, they sure taste good. Especially the white suff that’s always inside them.

Yum!

Oh, by the way, can you see that white strip across my nose? That’s from that stupid Gentle Leader that Mom and Dad keep making me wear whenever I walk. That darn thing is making me lose my hair on my snout! I keep trying to tell them I don’t need it. So they take it off me, and the we go on a walk and I guess they don’t like the way I walk without it, becuase right back on it goes.

Maybe some day I won’t have to wear it anymore. I’d sure like my nose hair to grow back!

Get This Thing Offa Me!

Three legged Wyatt Ray Dawg wonders why his humans need to make him wear a Gentle Leader head collar.

I really feel stupid in this snout leash. I don’t know why Mom and Dad use it on me. They say it’s because I walk too fast when I’m on leash.

But that’s  just because I’m so dang excited to get out there and start checking my pee-mail. They just don’t get it.

This thing is making me look bad. And it’s leaving a dent in my snout too, ruining my charming, youthful looks. Sometimes they take it off me and say “OK Wyatt, let’s see if you can be good.” But as soon as  I pull ahead or leap about, they try to strangle me with it. When I go after rolled up newspapers, or try to chase a rabbit, they get all mad and put it right back on me. Go figure.

I heard them tell another two-legger once, “We used it on Jerry too and couldn’t walk him without it for the first 5 years. Agggh!

Then we met a quiet 13 year old bitch who’s people said I need a choke collar. I kept barking at her nonstop, but she wouldn’t tell me anything about that, or what a pinch collar is either.

Anyway, how on earth am I going to train these silly humans? I am not wearing this thing for five more years.

I am Dog. Hear me Roar!