Three legged rescue pup Wyatt visits Ozona, Luckenbach and San Antonio in the great state of Texas.
“Yeeee haw! Yipee kai yay!”
Mom’s trying to teach me how to say that instead of “WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!” now that we’re in Texas. We’ve been moving across this big place seeing so many cool things, and even almost getting caught in a flash flood a couple of weeks ago (Dad can tell you about that).
Texas is a neat place, and dogs can pretty much go anywhere, people are pretty laid back. I think I’ve seen more big dogs than little purse dogs.
Here’s what I’ve seen so far: Ozona Texas, a place named after this dead guy named Davy Crockett. The big park there was a good place to potty.
Just before we almost drowned in the river, we went to see these big rocks in the ground. Something about “Stonehenge” made Mom and Dad go “ooooh” and “aaaaah.”
Me, I just wanted to get out of the pouring rain, but for some reason they though it was important that they get a photo of me sitting on the wet rocks. Do I look hoppy here? I think not!
I also went to a place called Luckenbach, where Mom and Dad went way back with Spirit Jerry. I got to sit on the same porch where Jerry sat, and even said hello to some roosters without eating them for dinner.
There was loud music all day and even other dogs. I got a LOT of treats that day, as you can see by the kibble hangin out of my mouth.
Sometimes all that craziness got to be too much and I let out some loud warnings to approaching enemies, but overall I’d have to say that dang, I was pretty good there!
After that, I went to the Alamo. Not only did I go to the Alamo, I went INSIDE of the Alamo!
Yes, I did, and I didn’t do anything horrible or bark or anything. I was on my best behavior because before we went inside, Mom told the Texas Ranger guy that I was a good boy and would mind my manners.
My Ruff Wear Harness gives me this illusion of authority I guess, and the Ranger guy seemed to think I was important. So he let us go in, and since I didn’t want Mom to end up in the pokey, I didn’t make a sound when were in this important place. They don’t let you take pictures in there, which is why you don’t see any of me inside, so you’ll just have to take my word that I was there.
I think we’re leaving this big state called Texas next week. I’ve had a lot of fun here and as far as dog-friendly places go, Texas gets my vote!
The coyotes wail, along the trail,
deep in the heart of Texas,
The rabbits rush, around the brush,
deep in the heart of Texas
The cowboys cry, “Ki-yip-pee-yi,”
deep in the heart of Texas.
The doggies bawl, and bawl and bawl,
deep in the heart of Texas.
Deep In The Heart Of Texas, lyrics by June Hershey
If I was meant to swim in water, I would’ve been born with webbed feet, or at least with a Float Coat strapped around me.
I tried to tell them when we were camped next to a river in Texas, but they wouldn’t buy it. “The water is so warm Wyatt, get in!” The begged me but I wouldn’t do it.
There were a lot of crazy dogs there who loved getting in the water. Beats me why they thought it was so fun. But everyone there thought I should get in too.
Yeah right. I am a Shepherd after all! I was born to patrol water, not get into it and end up looking like that!
