Tag: German Shepherd

Big Bad Wolf No More?

Three legged German Shepherd learns to get along with little white dogs.

You know, I’ve got this thing about smaller dogs, especially white ones.

Those little pups, they remind me of rabbits (mmmmmm). And sometimes, I just don’t know what comes over me, but I can’t help myself . . .

I try to eat them.

But I dunno, something’s different now. Mom sez it’s ’cause I’m older. Whatev. I just don’t think that going after a snack dog is a good idea. It just gets my pawrents all riled up. They get really upset when that happens.

So the other day, when this smaller dogs shows up to my crib, I thought I’d be good for Mom and Dad, so I tried to be his friend.

Well, it helped that this guy, Falcon, snarled and barked real loud and told me what’s what as soon as he met me.

When he did that, I thought, hey, that little dude is pretty kewl.

Turns out Falcon is a Puerto Rico rescue dawg, and he had a hard life on the streets for a long time. He’s even got himself a prong collar! Can you see it? A little dawg with a PRONG? What a badass!

So now, Falcon and I are buds. But he’s moving to Washington, he was just visiting Jerry’s Acres. But I hope I get to see him again. We got along real nice. Even treed a sqwirl together!

Littler dogs ain’t so bad after all.

Mom and Dad Come to their Senses, Finally

Three legged Wyatt Ray Dawg goes home to the Colorado Rockies.

Yipee! No more thorns, no more heat, no more stinky river water. See ya later Texas!

Oh I’m so glad my pawrents came to their senses. We finally left Texas when the heat got to be too much for us. I’m so glad, I was sweatin’ it up every day and it wasn’t fun with my tongue hanging out all afternoon. Mom kept throwing water on me to cool me off.

So 1,000 miles later, now we’re back in the cool, cool Rocky Mountains at Jerry’s Acres. I am SO glad! There’s no snow but it’s not 99 degrees either. Now, my job is to regulate the Moose that keep coming around. I hate moose but I sure love eating their poo!

I hear that we’re going to try to have a Tripawds Pawty on May 19 in Fort Collins. Anyone care to meet me there? I promise I won’t bite.

No nadar en el río

Three legged adventure dog travels along the Rio Grande River in Texas.

Just when I thought I liked this swimming thing, I get to a river where Mom sez “No Wyatt! Get out of there!”

The Rio Grande River here in Texas is no place for dawgs. It’s mucky green and doesn’t hardly move and if I go in there, Mom says some guy named Montezuma will get me.

Well if I can’t go swimming, what am I supposed to do? It’s NINETY SIX degrees and we have no air conditioning! Ayi carrumba!

Why? Because my Mom and Dad are EL SUPER CHEAPOS and they always stay where it hardly costs nothin. So we’re along the river next to some place called Mexico.

I don’t know why I can’t swim there. Why, I see some dudes crossing it right now. Oh look,they’re coming this way!

And Then Spirit Jerry Told Me

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt understands the importance of a strong pack as he grows up into an adult dog.

“Wyatt,” said Jerry. “2012 is going to be your year. I know it. This is the year when you can let go of your past, and move yourself forward so that you can be the pawesome dog I know you were meant to be.

This is the year when you will turn into a Rockstar Tripawd, the time when you will show your pawrents how much you care about your pack by being at your folk’s side, always calmly and obediently, and helping other dogs stay cool in ruff times.

Wyatt, I know you can do this.”

OK Jerry. I think I can too.

We’re only 11 days into the year, but so far, so good. No fightin, no cussin, no spittin and no swearin. It ain’t so bad being a good dawg. I like the attention and I’ll keep at it. For you, and all the other Tripawds out there who need help.

Sure Jerry, I can do this!