Texas – Way To Go Wyatt

I’ve Been Everywhere, Man (Again!)

Tripawds Spokesdog Wyatt is hoppy to leave hot Texas weather and return to the cool mountains of his favorite Colorado ranch.

Hot weather is no place for a snow dawg like me. I spent the last couple of months in a hot, hot place . . . they call it “Texas.” It was way too hot for me. Apparently it was hot for Mom and Dad too, they liked to sip many cold drinks while we were there.

German Shepherd, Wyatt, Tripawd — Come on Dad, gimme!

My people took the dog house to cool places and sure, I had some good times. Like when I patrolled the Rio Grande, again!

German Shepherd, Rio Grande, Texas, Tripawd — Who needs a wall when you’ve got Wyatt Ray Dawg?

And then I got to shred the half-pipe.

German Shepherd Skater Dog — Who needs a skateboard?

On the way north, we went to this pretty church. I said a prayer for Spirit Jerry and all my Tripawd pals.

German Shepherd, Wyatt, Tripawd, New Mexico, Chimayo — Can you hear me Jerry?

And now it’s time to head back to the Ranch, where I get to patrol alllll day long and not break a sweat (Ok, yeah I know dogs don’t sweat, but you humans know what I mean). I can’t wait! I hope you’ll join me.

Adios, Texas.

Tripawd German Shepherd Ruffwear boots — “Coolorado here I come!”

Gimme some grass, man!

Wyatt rolls in cut grass at the Gage Hotel in Marathon, Texas after boondocking in Black Gap for a month.

Grass. Oh Man, Grass!

Grass! Grass! Green Grass! Oh Yeah!

Dawg, I loves me some cool, cut grass. Especially after spending a month in the dry and dusty desert.

The only thing I dig better than grass—besides food—is a bunch o’ deep snow! But I guess we won’t be seeing any of that for quite a while now.

How’s the weather where you are?

I’m Somepawdy in Luckenbach

Three legged Tripawd German Shepherd Wyatt Ray is somebody in Luckenbach Texas.

Well folks, it’s been almost two weeks since I left the Aggies and life is good. I can run and go crazy, no more doctors telling me what I can and can’t do. Look at me! I’m freeeee!

That was me in this tiny Texas town called Lukenbach.
Mom and Dad go there all the time, they like to hear the music.

They say everypawdy is somepawdy in Luckenbach.
Don’t they know I’m somepawdy everywhere I go?

Hey man, I’m with the band!

Well, that’s it for now from Wyatt Ray Dawg’s Universe. What’s new in yours?

Here I am, Santa!

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt tells Santa why he’s been a good dog.

Yo Santa, wait for me! Hey Donner! Blizten! Check me out, I can fly too!

I’m ready to fly with the team, I wanna come too!

See, my people dragged me to this place called Texas, where it’s sunny and hot and sure doesn’t look like Christmastime. They tell me you’re coming here in a few days but I’m having a hard time believing that.

Santa, I’ve been such a good boy. Remember my surgery? Well, I sure put up with that real good, didn’t I? I mean all that pokin’ on my butt, and I only growled at one vet tech. And even though the docs say I can’t run around until my next test on January 2nd, I’m keeping my zoomies under control.

I been real good Santa, I promise!

Hope to see you at my doghouse on wheels soon. I’ll have cookies waiting.

Home is Where it’s At

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt Ray Dawg recovers from alient butt lump surgery at Texas A&M Veterinary Teaching Hospital.

Hey peoples, did you miss me?

I’m baaaack. Yep, no more hospital food or alien butt probes for me. No matter how much the smarties poked and stuck things in me, they couldn’t figure out what the rump lump was. Do I get bonus points for stumping the geniuses?

It’s kewl to be couch surfing again. My pack is sticking around Texas cause I got two more visits at the v-e-t but I don’t have to stay overnight, they just want to see me because they’ll miss me so much by then.

The only problem now?

These stupid cones are really crampin’ my style!

Geez, how much more humiliation do I have to endure?