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?
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.
And as if that wasn’t bad enough, that I would need to do more couch surfing for like three weeks!
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!
German Shepherd Tripawd Wyatt undergoes elective gastropexy surgery and tonsillectomy at Colorado State University.
I’ve had three surgeries in my life and my people thought a fourth one would be a smart thing to do. Whaaaa? Nopawdy asked ME!
Thanks Travis Ray! If you hadn’t have bloated I wouldn’t have gotten a camera and knife stuck in my belly. But nooooooo. My people learned about bloat and then panicked. They talked to other panicky smart people who say that a “gastropexy,” which tacks my stomach to my abdominal wall, is a smart thing to do for a German Shepherd like me. Otherwise if my stomach decides to flip over one day, which happens to a lot of Shepherds, I could die within minutes!
Well I don’t want to die, I got too much regulating to do. So here I am, zonked out from this surgery AND they even took my right tonsil too! The good Dr. Imhoff and Dr. Smeak and that nice vet student Marcella didn’t tell me they were gonna do that! But it was looking icky and the smarty doctors said it needed to come out. So they did and now my tonsil is in a lab being looked at. Someone said “could be cancer” but I don’t buy it. Cancer, you don’t dare mess with me, got it?!
There I was one day last week, having a ball barking and getting into scruffs with the Amazing Tripawd Vizsla, Bart (more on that action-packed adventure when I’m feelin better), when all of a sudden this thing starts growing on my butt and before I knew it, wheeeeeeeee, down the rabbit hole and into surgery with some people that folks call “Aggies.”
Here’s the kicker: I’ve got them geniuses stumped, AGAIN! Haha, just like last year at Colorado State when the smart people couldn’t figure out why my stump had a lump, now I’ve got more Einsteins wondering what the heck is THAT on his BUTT?
It sucks that I have to stay in the hospital until next week, but I’m getting so much love here from all the poor vet students who had to stay in skewl for Thanksgiving. I heard the doc tell my people that maybe next week I can go home. Dang, I hope so, I want some of those turkey leftovers I keep hearing about!
Hey you guys, don’t feel bad for me OK? You go be with your tribe, love each other up on Thanksgiving, and remember, who loves you baby? I do!
Your friend, conspirator, and Sheriff, Wyatt Ray Dawg