Three legged German Shepherd tripod Wyatt Ray Dawg hits the road in an RV to the California desert.
Ok how’s this: “Wyatt Ray Road Dawg.” What do you think?
We packed up and left my Grandpawrent’s house in Los Angeles last week. Now we are in the desert, by this big stinky lake they call the “Salton Sea.” This place is craaaaaaazy. Lots of kooky campers, some wild desert dawgs, coyotes, and crazy jets zooming around most days. They’re loud but they don’t bug me a bit.
The place we are camped still isn’t as nutty as my Grandpawrent’s house was. Over there they had people coming and going all the time, and lots of little kids who kept running from me.
They were loud and made me all nervous and jumpy. I had to constantly be on alert there. Every time I barked they got more and more afraid of me. I wasn’t trying to hurt them, I was just being as energetic as they were, you know what I mean?
The funny thing is, they didn’t seem to get that maybe if they didn’t act so afraid of me, I wouldn’t have been so nervous. Duuuuh.
It’s pretty quiet here in the desert, and I like it that way. When dogs do come around, I tend to get pretty excited, but I think I’m getting better at sending silent psychic messages that tell them to be cool, instead of barking my head off.
Oh hey, here’s a picture of me eating these yummy raw rib bones that I got for my BIRTHDAY. Yeah, I turned 1 year old in January! Yipee! Hoppy Birthday to me! My pawrents are so lame, they didn’t make a big deal out of it like some Tripawd pawrents do around here. That’s alright, I’ll forgive them….this time. Maybe next year I’ll get some trachea!
Tripod dog Wyatt Ray gets beat up by four legged Labrador Riley.
Oh Cousin Riley, why did you have to try to hump my head? I know you’re old and cranky, but I just wanted to play. I didn’t mean to get on your nerves. You shouldda told me you were tired, instead of pinning me on the ground and biting my neck so hard.
Sheesh, if you had just told me that, I wouldn’t have bit your ear in three places.
What’s a little blood between cousins? Glad you’re OK.
P.S. Mom says that she’s glad I defended myself. There’s nothing worse than seeing a Tripawd getting nailed by a quadruped.
Three legged German Shepherd puppy Wyatt wonders why people are afraid of him.
All the people in my Mom’s family here in Los Angeles are afraid of me. I have no idea why.
They think I’m this crazy beast or something. Ok, so I like to say hello by wrapping my mouth around their wrists and nibbling on their fingers. And perhaps my ear-splitting “hellos” leave them shaking in their shoes.
Maybe that’s why Grandpa keeps calling me Lobo!
So hey, why not act like one? A wolf, that is.
But see, I have a soft side too! I can be a real ladies’ man, you know!
We’ve been at this Desert Rose place for a while now, it must be our new home. It’s what they call an RV park, but I sure like that place in the mountains much better. Here I’m learning about these things called sidewalks, and how you’re supposed to walk on them even though there are huge green fields all around.
What is a golf course anyway, and why to those funny looking two legged critters with the long black necks get to hang out there? They waddle around like they own the place, and boy do they look tasty!
I do get to run though a big desert field, but it’s really dusty and I’m always getting little sharp thorny things stuck in my paws. And I never get to run off leash, except when playing ball in the big rocky fenced in area with all the empty RVs. But I only get to play ball after my people make me walk up and down all the rows… Wyatt stop. Sit, down, stay, Wyatt come! Repeat.
Eventually that ball comes out and I get to run crazy wild. The rocks hurt when I slide to a stop and bounce around biting at the ball. But my leg is getting stronger, and that callous I’ve had on it from dragging sometimes is getting tougher.
A couple times we went for a short drive to another RV park that’s much prettier. It’s got lots of trees, with lots of leaves, but I guess is too far away for René to ride her bike to her job at Amazon, whatever that is. I don’t mind this little house on wheels so much, since I can get up on the couch, but I definitely liked it better when we all worked at home.