The Tripawds Leg-a-cy Continues!
Crazy three legged German Shepherd tripawd Wyatt Ray Dawg plays on the beach in Humboldt County, California.
Oh Northern California, how I miss you so!
Even if the sun didn’t shine when I visited you, at least you gave me lots and lots of room to run and go wild! Ah, the memories.
Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt ponders vaccines and sausages in Eureka California.
Tell me, Tripawds, what would you rather have stuck in your face?
This?
Or this?
Can somepawdy please tell me: why can’t vaccines taste like sausage?
Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt travels to California off-leash beaches.
Oh California, how I missed you! Land of wide open beaches and waves and sunny skies.
Ok, forget the sunny skies part. It was Northern California after all.
We left Arizona and drove and drove. I thought the scenery looked familiar.
It was! We went back where we started last fall, to the windy cold city of Eureka.
Mom and Dad drove us all the way back, to say goodbye to an awesome friend they loved a lot. They were very sad. I know they will miss him.
I tried to cheer them up with my crazy antics. And even made silly faces just for them.
It was all fun and games for me. And I even behaved myself wherever we went.
I got to run without a leash on a long, long beach. The weather was nice and cold, just the way I like it.
But my beach bum days are over now. I heard something about going to this place called “home.”
Wherever that is.
See you on the road!
Three legged Wyatt Ray packs up from Arizona and hits the road on another RV road trip adventure.
Look out world. Here I come, King of the Road.
It’s been fun here in dusty Arizona, hanging with the farm animals and wildebeasts.
I’ve never gotten to play in the dirt this much, ever!
I get to run free and bark and poo wherever I want. A leash? What’s THAT?
I love Arizona, there are no rules here for me!
But it’s time to pack up and hit the road again.
Mom and Dad have put away all of my stuff and we’re leaving town tomorrow. Not sure where we’ll end up but I have a feeling it’s some where paved and full of people.
Mom said something about me needing a bath.
Uh oh. That’s just no fun at all.
Three legged Shepherd Wyatt guards his Arizona desert property against Gregory the Peccary.
“What I Did on My Winter Vacation”
by Wyatt Ray Dawg.
When we got here to the dirty, dusty desert, I heard these crazy noises coming from the bushes.
Then I heard snorting, and oinking and digging. So I dug around, trying to find out what it was.
Suddenly, a Dog Awful stench came from the bushes. Dude, it smelled worse than a Monkeybutt, it was so bad.
So I ran over to check it out.
Zoink! Boink! WOWWWEEEEE! What the heck is this thing? Is it a dog? Is it a pig? Is it a pig dog?
Nooooo. It’s a Peccary! What the…..?
“Collaried peccaries are sometimes called “musk hogs” because of a strong odor emitted from musk glands near the rump and eyes. They are also called “javelinas,” the Spanish word for javelin, because of their short, straight tusks, which they use for defense.”
Don’t kid yourself, these things are NOT cute! They smell! Oh DOG do they smell! And they dig! They snoop around and say bad things about me every day before I eat dinner!
This pig thing introduced himself and says his name is Greggery. He wants to be friends, but I know he has other plans. All he wants is to dig under the fence and come inside my doghouse on wheels to eat everything in sight!
So I’m spending my days, guarding my doghouse and the property, looking out for the roving pack of stinky pigs, and Greggery the Peccary, Arch Enemy #1.
