Three Years Kickin’ and a Flying Dutchman Too

Three legged tripod spokesdog German Shepherd Wyatt Ray celebrates his birthday.

You know three is the magic number, right? Well guess what? Three is MY number today! Woo hoo! It’s my birfday!

It’s been a long haul from the nasty Oaktown ‘hood where I was born, to where I am today, but now that the bad stuff is behind me it’s been nothin’ but good times since I found my pack.

Not that my big day was a wild pawty or anything, because you know how it goes when your birthday falls right after the holidays. But even though we were all pawtied out from our time with Santa Paws, Mom and Dad made it special, and went out to get me a Flying Dutchman from In ‘N Out’s Secret Menu!

Hey Abby girlfriend, they’re just as good as you always say they are. Yum! Nothin’ better than two burgers and some cheese. I gobbled it up in two second flat.

And that was my big day. I know this year’s gonna be great, because you can’t go wrong with the number three!

 

Santa Paws See How Good I’ve Been?

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt Ray asks Santa Paws for a good Christmas for three legged dogs.

Santa Paws I’ve been a very good boy this year!

This is how good I’ve been:

  1. gave up shoes as chew toys
  2. didn’t eat the furniture
  3. stopped munching on human fingers
  4. don’t need to stay in my crate when my peeps are gone
  5. kept the moose away from the homestead
  6. stopped barking at everything
  7. made friends with little dawgs
  8. learned how to play “roll over” 
  9. let small dogs walk past me 
  10. can do that dumb “heel” thing when asked

So what do you say ol’ Saint Nick? Did I earn myself some points? Yeah I thought so! So here goes… all I want for Christmas is for my Tripawds friends to live a long time, and I want a furever home for every homeless Tripawd.

Really, that’s all I want OK?

Codie Rae Regulates the Rockies and Me

Three legged German Shepherd rescue dogs from Northern California visit Tripawds Spokesdog Wyatt Ray in Red Feather Lakes Colorado.

I miss my peeps from the ‘hood. Codie Rae, Travis Ray and Smokey B., they’re the original Oaktown Pack who helped me get better after my amputation. I forgot all about that recovery thing when I was hangin’ with my crew! 

Over summer, this crazy posse came up da mountain to see me and we were rockin‘ da house. Codie Rae said I needed some regulating or something, she thought I was outta control. Maybe I was. I think she made her point.

Heeeeeerrre Fishy, Fishy

Three legged canine amputee extraordinaire Wyatt Ray Dawg catches his first fish in Lake City, Colorado.

Why are fish cleverer than humans?

Ever seen a fish spend a fortune trying to hook a human?

Hahahahaha! I kill myself sometimes!

That’s me, fishing with Mom and Dad in Lake City, Colorado. See, they don’t call it “Lake City” for nothin!

Can’t wait to go back next summer.