The Tripawds Leg-a-cy Continues!
Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt Ray plays with Spanish Mastiff puppy Titus in Fort Collins Colorado dog park.
Life is kinda funny, you know? Just when you think you’re the Big Dawg in town, someone else comes along and makes you feel really, really small.
This is my new friend Titus. He’s a Spanish Mastiff.
Titus is my age. And he weighs 150 pounds.
Mom says she wants to bring Titus home to keep me in line.
Personally, I think this guy would make a better brother, don’t you?
Three legged Shepherd Wyatt Ray learns not to chew on small dogs like Rhys.
Oh little Rhys, look, I promise, I won’t hurt you. You’re just so furry and fluffy, you remind me of my stuffies! I just want to use you as a chew toy! 
Oh, don’t get offended, come on, don’t hide behind your Mom. Trust me, it’s nothing pawsonal.
I do it to all of the small dogs in the park, you know, the ones who are lovers and not fighters, the ones who don’t want to wrestle and bite me on the neck?
Your Mom is pretty cool for bringing you around, not once, but twice! I’m glad she’s not afraid of my extroverted pawsonality. So are my pawrents.
Rhys, did you notice I don’t try to chew on your big brother Dillon like I do to you? I never got to meet Spirit Peyton, but something tells me he and I would’ve gotten along great.
Little Puppy Lesson for the Day: Here’s a tip for you kiddo; stand tall like Dillon, and bruisers like me will leave you alone!
Uh oh. Mom says I have no bidness teaching you how to be a dog, when I can’t even control myself. I better shut up now, or she’s never going to let me go to the dog park or play with you again!
Later dude.
Three Legged Wyatt Ray meets Tami of American Dogs School Fort Collins Colorado
Since I busted out of Oaktown, I’ve been put through a lot of training devices, books and consultations. Apparently my pawrents think my behavior needs some modifications.
They don’t like the fact that I’m so expressive, like when I bark my head off at the enemy, or go after small dogs who look like squirrels to me. Yo Mom and Dad, this is my JOB!
I think I’ve been pretty nice in tolerating their attempts to make me into a wussy. I thought I had seen all there was to see when it came to dog training.
But last week, this lady blew my mind.
We met some rodeo chick in Fort Collins who supposedly can tame even the wildest, biggest beast. She runs the Bad Boy Dog Skewl in town, and guess who got thrown into her rehab program?
She told Mom and Dad she guarantees they’ll get the dog they want.
Lady, you might have a big belt buckle, but you’re dealing with a member of the Oaktown Pack.
Wyatt. Ray. Dawg.
Put your dukes up!
Game ON!
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!
Three legged spokes dog Wyatt Ray shares his winter road trip adventure travels from Colorado to Californi and back.
When my folks got me out of Oaktown in August, I had no idea what I was in for.
They took me to their house in the mountains, and it was great. But just when I thought I was going to have a nice comfy life up here, white stuff started falling from the sky and before I could say “Snow Day!” Mom and Dad packed our stuff up and away we went.
Nevada. California. Arizona. New Mexico. Texas. New Mexico again. Then, back to Colorado, which is where we are now.
It was a crazy winter and I have to admit, I was a pretty crazy dog. What I saw, man it was so different from the life in the city that I knew. We had our share of ups and downs, but I think it was a pretty good trip.
The last couple of weeks I got to see some humans who met me when I first joined my pawrent’s pack. And you know what they said?
They said that I had changed!
Some of them said I was much healthier and stronger. And others said that I was more well behaved and paid more attention to Mom and Dad. Me? Me! That made me feel pretty good, and I think I saw Dad smile too.
Now, we’re back in the big dog house that doesn’t go anywhere, hanging out and working working working. Well, Mom and Dad are working on their computers all the time.
Me, I’m keeping guard and watching out for the moose that we keep seeing around here. And I try to get my folks out to enjoy this pretty place.
It’s a tough job, but somebody has to do it.
