three legged dog – Page 13

But Mom, Why Do We Gotta Leave?

Three legged Oakland dog Wyatt leaves on a road trip in the RV for winter.

I was just getting used to this country life, enjoying all the snow here, when Mom and Dad said “OK, it’s too cold! Time to go Wyatt.”

So they loaded up this big house on wheels, and we left Colorado yesterday. Now we are sitting at a place called a “truck stop” in Utah. I don’t know where we’re going but they say I’m going to like this adventure, “what dog wouldn’t?” they say.

I’m not sure about this yet. My tummy is all messed up, and I poo’d all over my new house last night. That happened when Mom and Dad went to get dinner after the truck stopped working on the freeway. They locked me into my crate but I wasn’t going to poo in there! So I busted out. Yeah, all you dogs who get locked into those dumb boxes, just ask me how to escape, I’ll teach ya all the tricks! Mine was easy though, I have to admit, my soft crate just needed one good swipe of the paw, maybe two, and I was out. I almost broke all the way through the house screen door too, but Mom and Dad came home before I finished.

It’s a nice morning. Mom cleaned the rig, and now in a little bit we’ll get started moving again. I can’t wait to get out of this truck and run around again.

Gettin’ Rowdy with the Dawgs

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt plays at the dog park two months after his leg amptuation.

OK, Jerry, I got off my tail and posted tonight.

So, here’s a video of me on September 19th, just over two months past my amputation. Can you tell? Do I look tired? Ha! No way. I walked a mile, then stopped at this pawesome dog park to have a good romp with my pals. I sure showed them what a Tripawd can do!

Oh, you can thank my Dad for the gangsta rap music. I think he thought I was homesick for Oakland.

Three Legged Couch Surfin’ at the Office

Three legged amputee hero Wyatt Ray Dawg plays Chief Fun Officer at Agreda Communications.

Mom and Dad work at home all day, and when they’re on their computers, there’s no stopping them. Not even if I toss a Hol-ee Roller in their laps, or look cute, or anything! Well, unless I’ve gotta go potty, of course. Then they get up and take me outside.

So whatever, I don’t fight it. I just do what comes naturally to me, and sleep all day long. I can be a big couch potato between 10 am and 5pm. But come 5pm, I’m awake and rearin’ to go again!

If it wasn’t for me, their paws would be banging away on those things all day and into the night.

Thank Dog that humans have us around to remind them about what’s really important.

I Came, I Saw, I Barked

Three legged dog hero Wyatt talks about freedom and being offleash at the ranch.

Ok, so I’m saying to myself, “Wow, what the heck is that thing?”

Then Mom says “Wyatt, be nice!” And I’m like “Hey, that’s one heckuva ugly dog!”

This character you see is just one species I got to know really well during my stay at Vickers Ranch. Right there in my backyard at the campground, I saw deer, horses, snakes, and lots of two legged cowboys and cowgirls too.

But all of that activity really got to me. Mom and Dad were taking me everywhere with them while they helped out, and I didn’t get much time to rest.

I was too busy trying to run around with the other dogs, who were all offleash, and I put up a real stink whenever Mom and Dad wanted to tie a leash to me. This made me really, really cranky.

So my pawrents decided that it was time to go. That perhaps the ranch is just a little too much excitement for a pup like me. They told me that when I’m older we can go back, but now, we’ve gone home to work on training.

But really, we all know the truth about who’s training who, don’t we?

Heh heh.

Trail Dawg

Three legged dog Wyatt Ray shares his road trip adventures in Colorado.

Wyatt Ray Dawg on the Trail Well, like my friend Codie Rae said they would, my pawrents are taking me on the road with them. Right now we are in Western Colorado, at a dude ranch. There’s horses and dogs and rivers and lakes and I’m just going batty with so much to do here!

Mom and Dad, however think that all this fun I’m having is a bit of a problem.

See, I’m having soooo much fun, that there’s no way that I can stay mellow enough to practice stuff they want me to do, like, oh, “Stay” and “Come!” and my personal favorite, “Drop it!” I also really hate being on a leash because all the other dogs here get to run free, so why can’t I?

Sheesh. Road trippin’ is hard work.