Tripawd German Shepherd Wyatt Ray shows how three-legged dogs go potty after limb amputation.
Why do you think it is that one of the first questions people ask when their dog or cat is going to lose a leg is,
How is my dog / cat going to poop?
Well, lemme tell you folks, we got it all figured out. Here’s how:
FOR MATURE EYES ONLY
We’re smarter than you think. Don’t you agree?
Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt Ray Dawg finds friendship in the sheep herd at Vickers Ranch, Lake City Colorado.
When my peeps said we were going to be at Vickers Ranch all summer, I was thinking I’d be surrounded by big scary horses and dumb ass donkeys. They’re no fun, they don’t like dogs like me and won’t play nice.
But when we got here, guess what I found?
The ranch has sheep now, and they totally get my game!
Practically every morning I get to go out to my friends and say hello, and tell them that Sheriff Wyatt is in town. “No need to worry, my friends, I’m here to protect you!”
“Baaaaaah!” they tell me. “Baaaaaaa….ooooookaaaaaaaaayyyyyy”
And unlike those hooved critters, my sheep friends totally get what I’m all about.
Finally, someone understands me.
I love it here!
Tripawds three legged spokesdawg Wyatt Ray goes for exploratory surgery at Colorado State University.
Hah! None of you got the answer to my contest right. But none of you got it wrong either. Even those smarty pants Colorado State Vets didn’t know.
They poked and prodded and sliced, and . . . uh oh. Nothing came out. Nothing smelly or icky or runny or anything good like that.
Finally the vets came out and said “So, it could be this, or it could be that, but it doesn’t look like cancer. But we need to ‘go in’ and see.”
Before I knew it, Mom was giving me big hugs and then the nice lady vet walked me down the hall away from Mom and Dad. And that was that. So here I sit in a cold steel kennel, waiting . . . . (I’m sending this to my Mom psychically, you know?).
Tomorrow, Dr. Feelgood is gonna zonk me out and when I wake up, we’ll know what to call that creature in my leg.
Down the rabbit hole I go.
Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt Ray celebrates his two year ampuversary after losing his leg.
July 3, 2009 I was a drooling idiot.
Hey, wher’d my leg go?
Two years later, I’m a hoppy boy, loving life as a Tripawds Spokesdawg and trying soooo hard to be a good dawg. It’s super easy when I get a CHICKEN DINNER! Hah! I’ll do anything for dat!
I keep hearing “oh he’s come such a long way!” but they don’t get it . . . I was never lost in the first place!
I’m WYATT RAY DAWG, Oaktown Pack homeboy and most pawesomest three legged boy in the world. YEAH! Hoppy Ampuversary to meeeee!
Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt Ray parties in Los Angeles with Bad Santa and Granny Kay’s blanket.
Last night was so confusing. A freaky fat guy in a red suit crashed a big pawty I had to go to. Everyone was louder than me and laughing and eating, when Santa knocks at the door. He makes himself at home, pulls up a chair and then my pawrents insist on putting me next to him to take a picture.
Santa said “Hey Dawg, come on, who’s you’re buddy? Come on, come here big guy!”
I didn’t know who he was, right, so I say “Hey fat guy, leave me alone!”
Snap! Goes Mom’s camera.
Then Santa got up and left. Everypawdy laughed so hard when he stumbled outside!
Turns out the fat guy is OK after all. When I woke up this morning, he left boxes with paper for me! Wooo hoooo!!!
“To my buddy, Wyatt Ray Dawg….
Your partner in Crime, Bad Santa...”
I guess I did somethin’ right this year, because there was lots of stuff for me….bones, toys, treats, and a very nice blanket from Granny Kay!!!!!
Thank you Granny Kay, now I’ll stay warm and toasty, and look fashionable too!
I’m a pretty lucky dawggy. I hope that all of the shelter dogs in the world can find their furever homes too someday, because all of us deserve a hoppy Chirstmas!
Merry Merry Hoppy Hoppy Howlidays Everypawdy!!!!