Did Wyatt Ray have another pie-a-thon this Thanksgiving? Find out in his latest adventure when a Turkey Tripawd Celebrates a Festive Pawliday.
Hoppy Thanksgiving weekend Tripawds friends! I hope everypawdy had a fun pawliday getting spoiled by the pack. Mine was okay. Unlike last year’s pie-scapade, this year’s festivities were low key for me. Let’s put it this way: I didn’t end the night by throwing up or seeing the dogtor!
My people took me to my grandpawrent’s house. They have slick floors (and I don’t mean cool slick) that make it hard for me to walk. Mom was freaked out so she got me some more Paw Friction stuff and put it on before we made the big drive.
I’m not a fan of anyone touching my feet. But in this case it was a good thing. I got to my grandpaw’s crib and was able to hop around and beg for treats!
Unfortunately, mom and dad told everypawdy about my notorious pie-a-thon. “Don’t turn your back on him and don’t feed him anything!” they said to the other bipawds. So I got NO pie at all. Isn’t that mean?
Lucky me I got cooked sweet potato and some dark turkey meat instead. Better than nothing I say, and it makes me grateful for having such a pawesome pack who makes sure my belly is well fed. Even if it isn’t with pie.
I hope that your human and furry pack mates are having a fun pawliday weekend together! Keep in touch!
Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt unwraps his Christmas presents.
Hello Tripawds Boys and Girls, did you have a Merry Christmas? I sure hope so cause you deserve it.
Woo hoo! Santa found me! Thank you Santa!
Christmas was exciting. I saw Mom getting all worked up because of these tomato warnings on the radio all morning. She was worried the tomatoes were going to come and get us. I don’t know why she’s so afraid of them, I think they’re yummy.
Santa sez I was a good dawg all year. I got some really cool toys, and even my Oaktown Homies remembered me! Dad says they sent doggie crack in these treats, cause they were so good I wouldn’t give ’em up until Mom put another present in front of me.
When all the unwrapping was over, the tomatoes didn’t get us and I’m so glad. Now I get to play with my new kitty!
I hope Santa was good to you this year. And if you didn’t make his Good Dawg list, well I’ll have a talk with him if you want.
Yesterday we went to a big pawty. There were presents and food and dog cookies and even a great big tree inside the house with lights on it! I don’t know why, but the humans seemed to think December 24th was a big deal.
All of my pawrents human family was there and I got to meet everyone. There were some little dogs there too, I guess they were my cousins, and they kept trying to attack me. Those little white dogs made me really nervous. I stayed inside with Mom and Dad all night and even though it was really noisy and I was just a little scared (just a little!), I didn’t eat the little dogs or jump on the humans. When it was all over I was so tired.
Then today, we had another pawty! A smaller one and it was just us. But I got presents from this guy called “Santa” and Spirit Jerry! Lots of new toys and a Kong and another crazy toy that Dad says I can chew on all I want! Wow.
Thanks Mom and Dad and Mr. Jesus and Santa and Jerry and everyone, I don’t know what I did to deserve this pawty but it was sure fun! Thanks for the cool toys!
Three legged dog Wyatt Ray visits in Los Angeles for his first Tripawd Christmas.
So, hey Cousin Bailey, nice to meet you. Uh, why are you snarling at me? Do all of you city dogs greet newcomers this way?
I’m with my pawrents visiting family in Los Angels for this thing they call Christmas.
We moved out of the dog house on wheels and are staying inside a house that doesn’t move. Weird! I’m staying at my Grandma’s house in this tiny little room with Mom and Dad.
The other day, they brought this tree inside the house. I haven’t seen a tree like this since we were at Jerry’s Acres. But over there the trees were outside the house, not inside! How strange huh? Then they put stuff all over the tree. I wonder where the skwirrels and birds are going to live?
Tomorrow night is supposed to be a big deal. I keep hearing Mom and Dad talking about taking turns with me all night and keeping me on leash when the little two-legger humans come over. Apparently they come over and make a lot of noise, then make a big huge mess.