holidays – Way To Go Wyatt

Wishing on Wyatt’s Christmas Star

Hoppy Pawlidays from Wyatt’s Christmas Star as it lights up the pawlidays for all our Tripawd heroes and angels.

Was the Christmas Star sending a Hoppy Pawlidays message from Wyatt Ray? We’d sure like to think so!

Wishing on Wyatt's Christmas Star — Did you hear Wyatt calling from the stars?

Wishing Tripawd A Hoppy Pawliday, from Angel Wyatt Ray

It would be just like Wyatt to instigate a ruckus in the heavens. This week’s Christmas Star convergence of Jupiter and Saturn was almost certainly caused by Wyatt stirring up trouble at the Rainbow Bridge.

Wyatt's Christmas Star — Did you see Wyatt’s Christmas Star rumble at the Bridge?

After all, Wyatt loved Christmas celebrations! And why shouldn’t he? That dawg got spoiled rotten every year.

Santa Paws was always good to him, no matter how many shirts he ate, or Thanksgiving pies he stole before we got the chance to eat ’em. That boy always knew how to win everyone over, eventually!

Wyatt Ray, thank you for so many years lighting up our pawlidays. Even though your Christmas star was quite spectacular this week (thank you!), the holiday is mighty quiet down here.

Love you furever,

Maw & Paw

A Tripawd Thanksgiving (with a side of dish towel)

Three-legged Wyatt Ray has his first Tripawd Thanksgiving, then eats a towel and t-shirt for dessert.

Hoppy Thanksgiving everypawdy! Did you have a fun pawliday with your pack? I know I did! That’s ’cause my grandmaw has gotten so soft in her old age, she finally let me sit by the dinner table for the big feast.

Thanksgiving Tripawd — “Hey Dad, you don’t want that pie, right?”

I was soooo good. I didn’t even beg too much. My people were so impressed they sneaked plates of pumpkin pie scraps to me!

dog eating pumpkin pie — It wasn’t a whole pie like before, but the scraps were pretty good.

But just because I’m now almost eleven years old, don’t think I’m not a hellraiser anymore. Nope, that just ain’t the Shepherd way. There’s still a lot of rebel punk in me. See, this morning, I ate a tasty dishtowel for breakfast when my people were away on a walk.

dog eats dish towel — I couldn’t help it, it tasted like Thanksgiving!

Then I ate some of Dad’s favorite running shirt. I heard mom say he needed a new one so I just gave him a head start.

The humans were not happy when they came back from their walk. Mom just kept saying “Why, Wyatt, Why?”

dog eats t-shirt — Now you can get a new shirt, Dad!

Later, she went to the grocery store to buy me all new dog food. Lots of it, in cans! Isn’t that a riot? I got to eat canned dog food after eating the towel and shirt?!

“He’s either gonna puke or poop,” she said to pops. Now they’re waiting for me to do something.

Who knew being bad could be sooooo good?

WRD: Wash, Rinse, Dry, it’s Pawliday Time!

It’s Thanksgiving, which means it’s time to clean up my act and find out what WRD really stands for. Hint, it’s NOT Wyatt Ray Dawg!

I always thought my initials, WRD, were for my name: Wyatt Ray Dawg. That would make sense, right?

But apparently, during the pawliday season, WRD stands for something else. And I don’t like it one bit. I thought all that swimming I did last summer counted as enough bathing for a lifetime. But mom and dad had other ideas.

Wash

Rinse

Dry

Life is ruff when you’re a dawg during the pawlidays. It’s all about being clean when you go visiting, right? How totally exhausting!

From me, Wyatt Ray Dawg, and my people: Hoppy Thanksgiving to you and your pack! May all the turkeys get pardoned, like my feathered friends in Montana.

A Turkey Tripawd Gets Traction in da Pawliday House

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!

Turkey Tripawd looks for the pawliday celebration — Where’s the pawty?

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.

Turkey Tripawd, Paw Friction, Traction — Wait? Are you gonna use this on ME?

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?

Turkey Tripawd — Where’s the pie? I’m waiting!

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!

Hoppy Fourth from All of Us on Three

Three legged Wyatt Ray salutes the Tripawds Nation on Indepence Day 2017.

Tripawds Nation, we salute you!

Independence Day Wyatt — Hoppy Indepawdence Day Tripawds Nation!

May your day be sunny and relaxing, may those loud crackly things humans seem to enjoy (go figure) be a little softer on your ears tonight.

I hope you and your packs have a chillaxin’, summerific day together!

With Love from COOLorado,
Wyatt Ray Dawg