Couch Surfing Sled Dawg Wanna-be

Poor Tripawds Spokesdawg Wyatt. He had to sit out this year’s Colorado musher dog camp out after arthritis surgery.

“Wyatt, you need to see the dogtor in Colorado,” Mom said to me after I went skydiving. So I went along with her idea, because I am a good dawg and know the drill. Like I really have a choice right?

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“Mom, you’re smothering me again.”

What she didn’t tell me was the dogtors were going to stick a big fat needle in my leg to help with my arthritis problem.

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“Hey that needle hurt!”

And as if that wasn’t bad enough, that I would need to do more couch surfing for like three weeks!

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More couch surfing, more Tripawd arthritis surgery healing. Fun.

Worst of all, I had to sit out this year’s Colorado musher dawg camp out! Yeah that’s right, my Odoroloc pals and me got to hang out in the mountains again. But when they got to run run run for training time, I had to crack the whip from the side lines.

There was no racing for me this year. Not cool, mom. I want to mush too!

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“Aww come on I want to go!”

What was cool was when TC did her annual blessing of the team to kick off the season. I got a bit of Odoroloc magic from Team Angels sprinkled on me, along with some of Spirit Jerry too. Now I’ve got more guardian angels than ever!

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Look out, I’ll be faster than ever next year!

I hope the team has a blast in Alaska this winter. I’ll be back running with them next fall, just wait.

The Spirit of Bucky and Me

Musher Dog Wyatt gets blessed with Spirit Bucky’s ashes on the Feast of Saint Francis Day.

Ashes to ashes . . . they say that’s all we are in the end. But we are so much more than that don’t  you think? Take my friend Spirit Bucky for example.

Bucky, photo by TC Wait

Bucky was a pack member of the Odaroloc Sled Dogs, who you might know because of Tripawd Hero Calpurnia. Bucky was the kind of dawg who showed the world that statistics don’t mean a thing. He beat the cancer odds with not just one but two kinds of cancer, including hemangiosarcma! He made it 48 months when he was only supposed to stick around for six! His momma TC wrote in her blog:

Bucky was the kind of dog that didn’t care that he wasn’t a “real” sled dog.  He didn’t care that his coat was thin, his legs a bit too long, or that his ears were apparently put on backwards.  He loved being a part of his team, and when they sang, he did his very best to howl along in a baying hound sort of way.

So, you know how when you see someone cool, someone who just has a certain sparkle about them, you think “Man, I want some of what they’ve got!” Well, I got some of what Bucky had. Really!

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Travelin with the Odaroloc Dawgs

When I saw the Odaroloc team last month, TC came over to share some of Bucky’s spirit with me. She carries his ashes around when the team travels. Sometimes dogs are lucky enough to get a dash of bucky Magic. . .

“Nice to meet you Bucky!”

On October 4th, the Feast of Saint Francis, which my people say was really cool to do on that day, I got some Bucky Magic. TC came over and took a pinch of his ashes and rubbed them on my head.

“Oh I’m not supposed to eat it?”

We’re nothing but a pile of ashes in the end, but I gots to believe that some of our goodness is left with those ashes too. So, hey ain’t it cool I got a pile of Bucky goodness all over my fur that day?

“Thank you TC”

Thank you TC and Bucky, I feel pretty special.