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