German Shepherd – Way To Go Wyatt

Let Go. Let Dog.

The time came for my people to Let go and Let Dog. To follow the course of nature, and help me be free of these worn out earth clothes.

I think Humans are part Retriever. They love to go out and play fetch for all kinds of things. Money. Cars. Houses. Cats. Dogs. But when they finally get those things, they sure have a hard time letting go of what they find.

Let Go. Let Dog. Tripawd Tribute to Wyatt Ray Dawg. — The Wild Boy we will always remember.

In 2009 my parents found me and didn’t let go. I was so glad. We hung on together for a wild ride criss-crossing all over the continent in our doghouse on wheels. My life has been everything a dog could want. All along we knew it couldn’t last forever, but we pressed on, ignoring the truth.

Earlier this year, I tried to prepare my humans that it would soon be time to let go of me. I slowed down. All those daily physical therapy exercises weren’t doing what they used to. I got weak.

Yeah, it’s hard to believe, I know. How does a loud, rowdy punk rock dog like me get old and wear out? My people tried so hard to not let it happen. We followed canine rehab therapists advice my whole life. My coaches worked me hard. I never got a pawliday from fitness!

But twelve years went by, and then it happened. Nature bats last as they say.

A couple of months ago I knew it was time to ditch these earth clothes of mine. They served their purpose, and I looked great wearing them didn’t I? My people felt sad there were no miracles left for this geriatric Tripawd dog.

German Shepherd Senior Tripawd — Forever a wild boy.

I held out as long as I could, until I could not. Last week I spoke to Mom, and I spoke to Dad. I showed them I needed to move on. And after lots of tears and talking, they agreed.

It was time for them to let go. It was time to let dog.

And so they did. Yesterday on November 10, they helped me hop out of my achy old bones. While stuffing my face with hot dogs and Auntie Carla’s Cosmic Cookies, I bowed out of this earthly dimension and barked my way to the Rainbow Bridge.

Let Go. Let Dog. I. Am. Free.

Please don’t be sad for me. Listen here people. I’m gone from the earth, but not from the heavens and definitely not from your hearts. Listen for my bark. I’m always by your side Tripawds friends.

Please join us for a live video tribute call to celebrate the life of Wyatt Ray Dawg and all our tripawd angels

Tripawds founders Rene & Jim invite you to a scheduled Zoom meeting:
Tuesday, November 17, 2020
12:00 Noon PST (3:00 Eastern)

Topic: Tribute to our Three Legged Angel Wyatt Ray and
All Our Tripawd Angels at the Bridge

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This Tripawd Goes Here. There. And Everywhere.

Wyatt has been busy this winter, including a stint as movie star and director for a short film about his life in the dog house on wheels.

I’ve said it before. I’ll bark it again. I’ve been everywhere, man. But you’d never know it based on my blog. Hey, a travelin’ Tripawd Spokesdawg has lots to do.

I’ve got roamin’ in my DNA and lately it’s taken me to my favorite places like the desert. My people are afraid of winter. So we wait there until it’s over. Or until something important happens, like . . .

My big movie debut!

Ok well not really a movie, but a video about my people. We traveled around in the Arizona outback where a film crew followed me and my people in the dog house. It was a lot like when Jerry was on TV. But this time, I was the star!

And since the director knew what a talented dawg I am, he strapped this movie camera on my back and let ME do the film making. Just wait, you’re gonna love it.

I get tired just thinking about all that movie stuff. You won’t believe what we did! I can’t say anything more for now but I promise I will soon.

Over and out.

Hoppy Mayuary, Colorado Tripawds

Tripawd Wyatt has snowy fun in May in Northern Colorado mountains.

Calling all Colorado Tripawds . . . Just when you thought it was safe to go swimming…

Mayuary happened!

German Shepherd, snow, Colorado, Mayuary — Hellooooo Colorado! How I love thee!

No people, your eyes aren’t playing tricks on you. These pictures were taken yesterday. May 18, 2017.

Haw haw Mom and Dad. You took me to the hot desert all winter and thought you could run away from the cold.

But winter found me. And I am SO HOPPY!

German Shepherd, Tripawd, snow, Colorado, Mayuary — Kick the ball, people! Let’s roll!

I tell ya, I was made for snow. I love it so much. It’s way more fun than catcuses and sand. Check out my snow plow imitation.

Winter, please stay longer OK?

Get Well Wishes and News from Northern Cal

Tripawd Wyatt gives a news update about his Northern California pals, parties and beach adventures.

Hey people! It’s been a long time and I got all kinds of news for ya. Time to sit back and chill so you can catch up.

First, my best bud Tripawd Travis Ray is having a big surgery this week. So let’s all give him a big GET WELL shout out together OK?

Get well Tripawd Travis — Travis gets ready for surgery.

It’s a serious surgery but I’ll let his momma tell you more. Maybe she will even update Travis’ blog!

And now onto other news:

The Beach Boy is Back

I’m back in Jerry’s old romping grounds, NorCal. Dang what a good time so far. Me and my peeps met up with a few pals from the NorCal Tripawds crew. You know, Shelby the Petite Princess and her bro Dusty Dude, Ellie the Tripug-Mutt my dear bride Hannah Rae and her sister and brother. They had a special play day just for ME!

Tripawds, party, Northern California — The NorCal Tripawds Crew Rides Again

Then I got to go back to the beach. Wheee! Sand is so soft and fun. But I forgot that sand isn’t like the snow I love to eat so much. When you eat sand, it gets, uh, stuck in your belleh. Not fun.

Tripawd, dog, beach, play — “Wheee! I love sand!”

Can you tell I love the beach? It’s hard work running on three legs in the sand. I ain’t afraid of hard work, but my people are paranoid so they don’t let me play in it that long. I could go all day.

Tripawd, dog, german shepherd, three-legged — “Catch me if you can!”

We walked around and I saw this sign. It’s so sad they won’t let Golden Retrievers on the beach, don’t you think? I wonder why.

I love the waves. I think I want to be a life guard. Since I’m in Cali right now, why not? Stay tuned for my Baywatch Adventures.

Tripawd, dog, german shepherd, swims — ‘My next job: lifeguard!”

I’ve Been Everywhere, Man (Again!)

Tripawds Spokesdog Wyatt is hoppy to leave hot Texas weather and return to the cool mountains of his favorite Colorado ranch.

Hot weather is no place for a snow dawg like me. I spent the last couple of months in a hot, hot place . . . they call it “Texas.” It was way too hot for me. Apparently it was hot for Mom and Dad too, they liked to sip many cold drinks while we were there.

German Shepherd, Wyatt, Tripawd — Come on Dad, gimme!

My people took the dog house to cool places and sure, I had some good times. Like when I patrolled the Rio Grande, again!

German Shepherd, Rio Grande, Texas, Tripawd — Who needs a wall when you’ve got Wyatt Ray Dawg?

And then I got to shred the half-pipe.

German Shepherd Skater Dog — Who needs a skateboard?

On the way north, we went to this pretty church. I said a prayer for Spirit Jerry and all my Tripawd pals.

German Shepherd, Wyatt, Tripawd, New Mexico, Chimayo — Can you hear me Jerry?

And now it’s time to head back to the Ranch, where I get to patrol alllll day long and not break a sweat (Ok, yeah I know dogs don’t sweat, but you humans know what I mean). I can’t wait! I hope you’ll join me.

Adios, Texas.