The Tripawds Leg-a-cy Continues!
Tripawd Spokesdog Wyatt Ray Dawg has summertime fun in the Northern Colorado Rocky Mountains.
Dude is this the best summer or what? My people aren’t working at the ranch this year, so we get to be together all day long! They work but we always find time to just chill out like this.
I miss my job at the ranch, but I got plenty to do here. After all, someone’s gotta be The Sheriff.
When I’m not working hard, which isn’t that often, we go play. Like this!
What can I say. It’s a Dawg’s Life.
Tripawds Midwest and East Coast Winter Tour 2012 visits Greyhounds Rock canine cancer conference and three legged dogs around America.
Well, that is if you live in Kansas, Missouri, Southern Illinois, Indiana, Ohio,the Virginias, the Carolinas, Georgia, Memphis, Mississippi, Loosiana, and the South of Texas, New Mexico, Arizona and California!
My duties here as Sheriff of this Colorado ranch are done next week, and we’ll be back in the saddle again.
Look for our rollin’ Tripawds dog house on wheels coming to a town near you, starting around October 1.
We’re headed to the Greyhounds Rock Canine Cancer Conference in Virginia! Then out west to stay warm all winter.
And if you got RV parking, even better! Hey I promise to behave myself, I can be The Best Guest Ever!
Wanna pawty? Drop me a line, let’s meet up!
Three legged adventure dog travels along the Rio Grande River in Texas.
Just when I thought I liked this swimming thing, I get to a river where Mom sez “No Wyatt! Get out of there!”
The Rio Grande River here in Texas is no place for dawgs. It’s mucky green and doesn’t hardly move and if I go in there, Mom says some guy named Montezuma will get me.
Well if I can’t go swimming, what am I supposed to do? It’s NINETY SIX degrees and we have no air conditioning! Ayi carrumba!
Why? Because my Mom and Dad are EL SUPER CHEAPOS and they always stay where it hardly costs nothin. So we’re along the river next to some place called Mexico.
I don’t know why I can’t swim there. Why, I see some dudes crossing it right now. Oh look,they’re coming this way!
Tripawds three legged spokesdawg Wyatt Ray goes for exploratory surgery at Colorado State University.
Hah! None of you got the answer to my contest right. But none of you got it wrong either. Even those smarty pants Colorado State Vets didn’t know.
They poked and prodded and sliced, and . . . uh oh. Nothing came out. Nothing smelly or icky or runny or anything good like that.
Finally the vets came out and said “So, it could be this, or it could be that, but it doesn’t look like cancer. But we need to ‘go in’ and see.”
Before I knew it, Mom was giving me big hugs and then the nice lady vet walked me down the hall away from Mom and Dad. And that was that. So here I sit in a cold steel kennel, waiting . . . . (I’m sending this to my Mom psychically, you know?).
Tomorrow, Dr. Feelgood is gonna zonk me out and when I wake up, we’ll know what to call that creature in my leg.
Down the rabbit hole I go.
Later!
Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt Ray salutes his Tripawdfather Dad.
Oh dear Dad, thank you for all you do.
For your patience and your understanding,
Your good sense of humor and your ability to keep our pack calm and balanced.
Thank you for showing me that humans aren’t so bad after all
and that life is more than being stuck in a backyard on a chain.
May our adventures be filled with hoppiness and hope.
and our journeys last for eternity.
I know I don’t show it all the time (I am a Shepherd, after all!)
But I
really do love you Dad.
Thank you for all you do for me.
