Wanna see a three-legged German Shepherd have a good time? Watch Wyatt Ray have a Tripawd Turnip Timeout!
Hey pawty people, it’s been a long time hasn’t it? I’ve got so much to tell you. My summer was full of unexpected adventures. Instead of patrolling the ranch like every other summer, I watched over the lake at Jerry’s Acres when my k9 coach said I could swim again.
I dig the water. I can swim all day. You’d think I was part Lab or something. But I’m not all about swimming. When I don’t feel like doing laps, I play turnip toss with my dad. Check it out.
We spent all summer in the mountains. I loved it there. No leashes, hardly no people and lots of crazy animals around. Oh but did you notice I said loved? Yeah, my people put a sign out in front of the dog house one day and the next thing I knew, they took everything out of it. Soon after that, we left in the dog house on wheels and some new people showed up with their stuff.
Now it’s time to get back to the road dawg life. That’s cool, ’cause it’s all I really know. Been doing it since I was a wee thing. I love the different places we live all year. Well, usually.
My people parked the house in California a few days ago and it’s HOT here. I didn’t even get to play in the Colorado snow this year. What a drag for this snow dog. My mom say she hates snow and cold and all that. So when the white stuff falls from the sky, we leave. We do what she says in this pack. After all, when mom is hoppy . . .
How not to teach a three legged German Shepherd dog how to swim.
If I was meant to swim in water, I would’ve been born with webbed feet, or at least with a Float Coat strapped around me.
But for some reason, my pawrents think that I’ll have a good time if I get my fur soaking wet in ice cold water.
I tried to tell them when we were camped next to a river in Texas, but they wouldn’t buy it. “The water is so warm Wyatt, get in!” The begged me but I wouldn’t do it.
Then, last week we went to a dog park in Fort Collins that has a swimming pond.
There were a lot of crazy dogs there who loved getting in the water. Beats me why they thought it was so fun. But everyone there thought I should get in too.
The humans kept begging me to go in.
Then you know what they did? They took my tennis ball, and threw it in the water. “Go git it, Wyatt!” they yelled. I thought that was pretty mean. There I was, having a good time chasing small dogs with a tennis ball in my mouth, when all of a sudden it was grabbed away from me and I was expected to swim.
Ok, so I got in up to my elbows. And then I got out. My new buddy got mad, and yelled at me to get back in, but no tennis ball was worth it to me.
Yeah right. I am a Shepherd after all! I was born to patrol water, not get into it and end up looking like that!