Tag: German Shepherd

When the Humans Are Away . . .

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt Ray stays home alone without the crate for the first time.

The German Shepherds play. Or at least I will, all by myself!

Today Mom and Dad left me all alone in the house, without locking me in the big ugly cage! Can you believe it? First time EVER, for that long.

They’ve been messing with my head lately, leaving me all alone in the house for a few  minutes each time, but today was the real deal. 

When they left this morning, I heard Mom say she “thinks” they can trust me alone for a couple of hours. I don’t know why she was so worried!

They were gone all morning and when they came back at lunch, there I was waiting for them, being my usual charming self. 

I didn’t eat anything I shouldn’t have, chew on anypawdy’s shoes or scratch at the door. All I did was dance on the couch for a little bit, which tired me out so I slept. When I woke up, I heard them in the driveway.

“You’re a big boy now, Wyatt!” Mom sez to me. “You’re all growed up!”

Really? Me? 

No more crate? No way! 

Let’s pawty!

 

Oaktown Pack Rocks da Rockies

Three legged Oaktown Pack German Shepherds visit Tripawds spokesdawg Wyatt Ray in Red Feather Lakes, Colorado.

Just when I got my groove down at the house that doesn’t move, away we go in the dog house on wheels to somewhere really cool for dawgs (bet you want to know where huh?).

But before we left, nopawdy gave me time to tell you about the how da Oaktown Pack rocked the Rockies!

Codie Ray, Travis Ray, Wyatt Ray, Smokey B

There I am, minding my own bidness one afternoon in July, chasing rodents and moose, hangin’ and chillin’ in the cool cool mountains. When all of a sudden, the Tripawds mobile shows up and there’s my homies from Oaktown! No joke dude, they came all the way from Cali for ME! These are the cool dudes that took care of me after I got my leg cut off.

We got down to some serious prey drive fun. You know, barking and sqwirels and chasing deer and raising hell in the trees. We ROCKED!

Haaaa! Whatup with that wussie Travis Ray? He’s got his eyes closed because he’s afraid of the woods! Hah! 

It was dope! I can’t believe they came all the way to see ME. Even when Smokey B. took off and wouldn’t come back (I tole him he was gonna get it!), the humans didn’t get mad. Maybe it was all that WINE they were drinking! Hah! BUSTED!

Way cool to see my buds. I hope they come back again (Mom says “no way are we going to Oaktown in the dog house on wheels!).

Now, hang on and wait till I’ll tell you about where I am NOW. But you gotta wait. OK, don’t pee the floor, you can hold it, I’ll tell you soon, I swear.

Back on Patrol

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt Ray recovers from major surgery and foreign matter material invasion in his leg.

Hey Moose? Hey Skwirl? Guess what? 

I’m back!

Yeah  you heard me.

No more stitches, no more pills.

No more bandages or bland meals.

Now there’s just vet bills! Hahaha!

The doctors say there’s no more “foreign matter” in my leg.

How did those foreigners get in my leg anyhow?

Now, my life is back to normal and I’m ready to kick some butt!

Are you ready?

 

Here Comes Dr. Feelgood

Tripawds three legged spokesdawg Wyatt Ray goes for exploratory surgery at Colorado State University.

Hah! None of you got the answer to my contest right. But none of you got it wrong either.  Even those smarty pants Colorado State Vets didn’t know.


They poked and prodded and sliced, and . . . uh oh. Nothing came out. Nothing smelly or icky or runny or anything good like that.

Finally the vets came out and said “So, it could be this, or it could be that, but it doesn’t look like cancer. But we need to ‘go in’ and see.”

Before I knew it, Mom was giving me big hugs and then the nice lady vet walked me down the hall away from Mom and Dad. And that was that. So here I sit in a cold steel kennel, waiting . . . . (I’m sending this to my Mom psychically, you know?).

Tomorrow,  Dr. Feelgood is gonna zonk me out and when I wake up, we’ll know what to call that creature in my leg.

Down the rabbit hole I go.

Later!

 

 

Name that Icky Spot

Tripawds Spokesdawg Wyatt Ray Dawg shows mysterious lumpy spot on his amputation stump.

Well after a week of wrasslin’ with the Oaktown Pack (more on that later dudes, calm down and I’ll share that with you in my next post). . .

now I got this funky lumpy spot on my stumpy. My Momma wants you to guess what it is because none of us know but it’s making me NUTS!

I’m going to the vet tomorrow to get it poked at. Meanwhile I’m trying to help move things along by chewing off all the hair around it.

So what do YOU think it is?