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The Wiley Riot Turkey Day Smackdown

Three legged tripod German Shepherd Wyatt meets quadpawd GSD Riley in Austin Texas Turkey Day Smackdown.

The Day: Thanksgiving, 2011.
The Place: Austin Texas
The Facts: Two crazy Shepherds collide. Who’s the baddest dawg of them all?

So, I’m there to meet this Riley Pup that my Mom is all ga-ga over. He lives in a dog house on wheels too. Mom always talks about him like he’s my twin or something.  I guess his antics are pretty good, like the time he ate a ‘puter or something like that. OK, I gotta admit that’s a kewl stunt, but hey Riley, guess what? I ate a road flare! Top that!

12:30 pm. The match is on!  Let the Wiley Riot Circus Begin!

Growl! Hiss! Snarl! Bark!

Will this dynamite duo get along? Can they contain their killer instincts long enough to try? Only time will tell.

12:35 pm. Alright dude, let’s roll!

What? You say you wanna pawty? Come ON!

12:40 pm. So You’re a Frisbee dawg eh? Well what am I supposed to do with THAT?

I got the Frisbee! I got the Frisbee!

12:45 pm. Look Tripawd, it’s like THIS!

Come on kid, I dare you to grab it!

12:50 pm. The keep away game continues. . .

Should I kill you now or wait until you give up the Frisbee? Hmmmm..

12:55 pm. What-evah. I’m over it.

Can’t we all just get along?

1:00 pm. Truce?

Riley: “This kid ain’t so bad after all.”

Wyatt: “Nyah! Nyah! Nyah! You just wait Riley Dawg!”

To be continued . . .

Gee My Fur Smells Terrific!

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt Ray loves his EO All Natural Pet Grooming Products.

I just washed my fur and I can’t do a thing with it!

As the new EO Natural Grooming Products spokespup, I just wanted to tell you that this is some good stuff!

And after a long day working my tail off for Tripawds at the pet expo, nothing could be more refreshing than a spaw day for meeeeee.

Free stuff rocks! Thanks EO!

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.

From Desert Dawg to Beach Bum

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt travels to California off-leash beaches.

Oh California, how I missed you! Land of wide open beaches and waves and sunny skies.

Ok, forget the sunny skies part. It was Northern California after all.

We left Arizona and drove and drove. I thought the scenery looked familiar.

It was! We went back where we started last fall, to the windy cold city of Eureka.

Mom and Dad drove us all the way back, to say goodbye to an awesome friend they loved a lot. They were very sad. I know they will miss him.

I tried to cheer them up with my crazy antics. And even made silly faces just for them.




It was all fun and games for me. And I even behaved myself wherever we went.

I got to run without a leash on a long, long beach. The weather was nice and cold, just the way I like it.

But my beach bum days are over now. I heard something about going to this place called “home.”

Wherever that is.





See you on the road!

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!