Tripod dog Wyatt Ray gets beat up by four legged Labrador Riley.
Oh Cousin Riley, why did you have to try to hump my head? I know you’re old and cranky, but I just wanted to play. I didn’t mean to get on your nerves. You shouldda told me you were tired, instead of pinning me on the ground and biting my neck so hard.
Sheesh, if you had just told me that, I wouldn’t have bit your ear in three places.
What’s a little blood between cousins? Glad you’re OK.
P.S. Mom says that she’s glad I defended myself. There’s nothing worse than seeing a Tripawd getting nailed by a quadruped.
Three legged German Shepherd puppy Wyatt wonders why people are afraid of him.
All the people in my Mom’s family here in Los Angeles are afraid of me. I have no idea why.
They think I’m this crazy beast or something. Ok, so I like to say hello by wrapping my mouth around their wrists and nibbling on their fingers. And perhaps my ear-splitting “hellos” leave them shaking in their shoes.
Maybe that’s why Grandpa keeps calling me Lobo!
So hey, why not act like one? A wolf, that is.
But see, I have a soft side too! I can be a real ladies’ man, you know!
I’m not sure what that means. All I know is that she cooks more for me, like every two days! And it makes me craaaaaazy when I smell it on the stove. She can’t understand why I drool and beg and whine and shake whenever that stuff is cookin’. She’s a great cook!
Mom says she’s thinking about buying me kibble, because she’s mad that she can’t put ice cream or frozen shrimp in the little freezer. She says my food takes up all the space! I say, “so what?!”
When we leave the Desert Rose and head to the big city, it’s kibble for me I guess, or at least until we get back to Colorado. Personally, I don’t care what I eat. I love ANY food. Mom doesn’t have to work so hard. I’ll eat polyfill stuffing from my Barney if she lets me.