The Tripawds Leg-a-cy Continues!
Tripawds Spokesdog Wyatt Ray gets a good check up at Colorado State University Veterinary Teaching Hospital Community Practice Program and hits the road with his snowbird pawrents.
What a week! I went to the Colorado doctor and she told me I’m pawfect. No more conehead! No more stitches and now maybe my fur can grow back.
Then she looked at my teeth and said they’re sparkly and white!
Haha, no teeth cleaning for mmmmmeeeeee!
After my visit we left Jerry’s Acres to fly south for winter.
But winter keeps following us.
Today it looked like this in the city!
Wheeee! It’s gonna be a verrrry interesting winter!
Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt Ray guards the Colorado ranch against fools who play with fire in the mountains.
The days are long and the work is hard here in this Colorado paradise. But each time I reach the top of the mountain, I am KING.
Can you hear me roar?
My people are working hard trying to make sure the tourists are happy. We go around fixing stuff and I keep a careful watch to make sure nobody causes another forest fire (the scary Colorado fires that you probably heard about got real close to here).
It’s safety first on the ranch. No barbecuing, no camp fires, nothing. Don’t even think about playing with matches you fool, or you’ll have to answer to ME!
Tripawds Spokesdawg Wyatt Ray looks back on his winter RV traveling lifestyle.
When is a dog a Road Dawg? When he gets hauled all over the place for months and months. Like me.
What a winter it’s been. From Virginia to Texas. Then the prickly Arizona desert with mean thorns that stab your paws and make you stop in your tracks.
To the windy and hot sands of Southern California deserts.
There was a time when so much moving around would make my head spin and I’d go bonkers. I like things in order you know? I don’t know why my people like to move their doghouse around so much. They say it keeps things interesting. Humans are so weird. Life is about Order, isn’t it?
I don’t know why we live like we do and I probably never will. But now that I’ve been on the road for 3.5 years, I get that it doesn’t matter where my doghouse is, as long as my pack is safe and secure. No matter where I am, I do my job and I do it well. I don’t let things freak me out like I used to, because after all, that gets in the way of my responsibilities Now I understand that if I stay in order, everything else does too.
And that’s why Momma sez I’ve earned my Road Dawg Merit Badge. Wooohoo!
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?
Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt Ray Dawg goes in for exploratory surgery at Texas A&M University Veterinary Teaching Hospital.
Boy, of all my schemes to squeeze attention from my pawrents, this week’s stunt wasn’t on my radar, I swear! I really didn’t plan to visit an operating room on the same day that Spirit Jerry was getting his leg amputated back in 2006, but sometimes that just how life rolls.
There I was one day last week, having a ball barking and getting into scruffs with the Amazing Tripawd Vizsla, Bart (more on that action-packed adventure when I’m feelin better), when all of a sudden this thing starts growing on my butt and before I knew it, wheeeeeeeee, down the rabbit hole and into surgery with some people that folks call “Aggies.”
Here’s the kicker: I’ve got them geniuses stumped, AGAIN! Haha, just like last year at Colorado State when the smart people couldn’t figure out why my stump had a lump, now I’ve got more Einsteins wondering what the heck is THAT on his BUTT?
It sucks that I have to stay in the hospital until next week, but I’m getting so much love here from all the poor vet students who had to stay in skewl for Thanksgiving. I heard the doc tell my people that maybe next week I can go home. Dang, I hope so, I want some of those turkey leftovers I keep hearing about!
Hey you guys, don’t feel bad for me OK? You go be with your tribe, love each other up on Thanksgiving, and remember, who loves you baby? I do!
Your friend, conspirator, and Sheriff,
Wyatt Ray Dawg