Tag: party

My Ten-Pawed Pawty

Three legged Wyatt meets tripod Dakota at the Larimer County Humane Society Fire Hydrant 5 Fundraiser in Fort Collins.

I’m finally recovered from the wild and crazy pawty at my crib last weekend. Whew! Who knew that keeping up with a nine year old Tripawd and his girldog bodyguard would be so much work?

Dakota and Evelyn came to see me doing my working dawg impawsonation.


I had to demo my Fit Paws skills at some big event in town.




My fans kept rushing the stage, I had to keep them away.



It got so bad that I had to call in my crew to keep them back!



While Dakota was working hard trying to get people to buy my Mom’s Tripawds jewlery


and Evelyn was looking for something to eat . . .



I got so excited!




Someone yelled “WYATT!” and they weren’t yelling at me! Another Tripawd with MY name showed up!

I dunno though, he wasn’t too cool with my antics. What up dude, how come you aren’t digging my barking?



After that long day in the pawk, we took Dakota and Evelyn back to my crib in the woods.

I’m not sure if they were too hoppy about it. Evelyn tried to kill me a few times.  No really, she did. I’m just glad that Dakota’s Mom and human brother didn’t seem to mind my doghouse rules.


Thanks for coming by Shari and Aidan! I love you!

And as for you Dakota, well, I owe ya buddy. You’re really cool.


Your sister though….she kinda freaks me out.

Ranger Referees Monkeydog vs. Monkeybutt

Tripawds three legged dogs meet up at a member party in Nevada.

Three legged dogs, unite!

Wherever you are, always remember that somewhere out there you have a comrade who’s watching your back.

No matter where you are, there’s a Tripawd friend you can turn to when the going gets ruff.

The Nevada Pawty

A few weeks ago I got to meet fellow Tripawd Ranger at our Tripawds Pawty in Nevada.

Ranger is a  Tripawd like me, but a little older. He thought I was just a kid because I kept getting in his face.

Hey, isn’t that how you’re supposed to say “I wanna PLAY!”?

Ranger made it very clear that he was in charge. I thought he was cool. See how I let him attack me?

He thought I was obnoxious though. Still, we hung out and didn’t kill eachother.

But wait, there’s more . . .

Rocket Meets His Match

At the pawty, this white fluff ball showed up.

I thought perhaps it was an appetizer.

So I lunged toward it, and barked really loud to see what it was.

But then the fluff ball jumped up! He was  a scruffy little thing. After looking at him, I realized he would not have made the most satisfying meal.

Then the scruffy appetizer let out a very. big. bark.

“Whooooah buddy! I just wanna smell you! Chill!” I said to him.

But no luck.

Rocket didn’t want to be my friend, and he took over the couch too. In fact, he looked pretty mad that he was there.

His Mom, who is very sweet and beautiful, thought I was the greatest. She said I was a lot like her Spirit Rugby. I took that as a great compliment.

After a while, Rocket calmed down and even fell asleep. Everyone gave him all sorts of attention. He’s supposed to be famous or something.

He tolerated our racket for the afternoon though, and when it was over, you could tell he was glad to be outta there!

Before we said our goodbyes, Rocket’s Mom made us put on our silly hats, and take this picture to show the world that the Monkeydog versus Monkeybutt Match definitely didn’t lead to bloodshed.

See how we’re all so hoppy?

Everyone was so cool. Thanks for coming to my pawty! Can we do it again sometime?

I promise not to try to eat Rocket!

Two’s the Magic Number

Three legged Shepherd Wyatt celebrates his two year old birthday.

Well, at least it is when you’re two years old, like I am today.

Uh huh, who’s got a birfday today? I do, that’s who.

Sherriff Wyatt is officially a two year old. My Mom says I definitely act like a two year old. That must mean she’s real proud of me.

Hoppy Burfday to me! Hoppy Burfday to me! Hoppy Burfday Mister Cool Dawg. Hoppy Birfday to meeeeeee!

Now, where did the Birfday Bunny put my present?

Hot Dawg No More

Three legged tripod Wyatt stays cool in the Texas heat.

There’s this thing called “beer” that my pawrents seem to like. They like it so much, they went to a big factory to see how this stuff called “Shiner Bok” is made.

Of course, the beer people didn’t want ME in their factory. Can you believe that?

I guess the Shiner people haven’t heard that the Texas Rangers thought I was cool enough to go into the Alamo.

Since then, it’s gotten real hot in Texas, so there’s no more leaving me in the truck. Now I go everywhere with my humans and they have rearranged their lives just for ME.

I can’t wait to get back to Cooooolorado. I like Texas but I really hate the heat. Whenever it’s sunny, I always look for shade. I won’t walk another step if it’s too hot for me. This black fur of mine is really warm, you know.

And by the way, if you see any dog locked up in cars this summer, be sure to ticket the ignorant humans with one of thise My Dog is Cool flyers.

Pawtying it Up with Arizona Tripawds

Three legged Shepherd dog Wyatt Ray meets tripod Dixie and Chuy in Messa Arizona.

Last week I went to a pawty. But not just any pawty, a Tripawd Pawty! I got to meet my Arizona pals, Chuy and Dixie, and even Nikki and Buddy‘s pawrents, Ted and Mary, came by to say Woof!

Chuy and Dixie are the low key, play-it-cool type of dogs (although I think Chuy didn’t want to let on how crazy he can get!).

For some reason they don’t like to run around wild and bark at anything that moves. Hmmm…wonder why? But that’s OK, because I still think they’re cool. We got along pretty good despite my pestering them to let me chase ’em around.

I really liked being around Dixie. She’s so calm and self-assured. She’s got the Tripawd ‘tude and she wears it well.

The best part about going to a Tripawd pawty at the dog park, is that all the humans there think we are AWESOME.

I mean I already know we are but it’s so much fun to watch their jaws hit the dirt when they look at us and go “hey, those dogs are all missing a leg!”

I had to leave Arizona after the pawty (no, they didn’t kick me out, I’m going back to Colorado with my pack). But I hope that Chuy, Dixie and some other Tripawds that are in the area will continue to have pawties and keep on showing the locals that Triapawds rule!