Blood Brothers

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.

Yo soy el lobo de Los Angeles

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.

Hoooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwllllllllllllll!

But see, I have a soft side too! I can be a real ladies’ man, you know!

Flying Away from Fernley, on to California

Three legged RV road dog Wyatt Ray gets ready to hit the road to California and meet Northern California Bay Area Tripawds.

Just when I found something fun to do in Fernley, it was time to go. Such is the life of a Road Dawg.

Big Eater, Little Kitchen

Three legged Tripawd mascott Wyatt Ray Dawg wonders why his Mom cooks his dog food in the RV kitchen.

Mom says that we went from an 18 cubic foot refrigerator to a 10 cubic foot one, when we moved into the Dog House on Wheels. Our stove is a lot smaller too she says.

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.

A Ten Legged Furry Family Reunion

Wyatt sees his German Shepherd Rescue of Northern California foster family in Colorado.

Before we left Colorado, my pals Codie Rae and Smokey came to visit me, all the way from California!

This is the crazy bunch I lived with last summer before my Mom and Dad took me home with them.

I never thought I would see that rowdy bunch again. When they pulled into my driveway, I went craaaaaaazy!

We played for three days straight. It was like a non-stop doggie rave.

Bark! Bark! Woof! Bark! ! Wooooooof!!!

I’m telling ya, non-stop! Codie Rae was so hoppy to see me, she leaped five feet into the air.

As you can see in my movie, we had a crazy time. I can’t wait to see them again, maybe after Christmas when we have another Northern California Tripawds Pawty.