Tag: three legged

Game Over?

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!

Under the Starry Texas Skies

Three legged rescue pup Wyatt visits Ozona, Luckenbach and San Antonio in the great state of Texas.

“Yeeee haw! Yipee kai yay!”

Mom’s trying to teach me how to say that instead of “WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!” now that we’re in Texas. We’ve been moving across this big place seeing so many cool things, and even almost getting caught in a flash flood a couple of weeks ago (Dad can tell you about that).

Texas is a neat place, and dogs can pretty much go anywhere, people are pretty laid back. I think I’ve seen more big dogs than little purse dogs.

Here’s what I’ve seen so far: Ozona Texas, a place named after this dead guy named Davy Crockett. The big park there was a good place to potty.

Just before we almost drowned in the river, we went to see these big rocks in the ground. Something about “Stonehenge” made Mom and Dad go “ooooh” and “aaaaah.”

Me, I just wanted to get out of the pouring rain, but for some reason they though it was important that they get a photo of me sitting on the wet rocks. Do I look hoppy here? I think not!

I also went to a place called Luckenbach, where Mom and Dad went way back with Spirit Jerry. I got to sit on the same porch where Jerry sat, and even said hello to some roosters without eating them for dinner. 

There was loud music all day and even other dogs. I got a LOT of treats that day, as you can see by the kibble hangin out of my mouth.

Sometimes all that craziness got to be too much and I let out some loud warnings to approaching enemies, but overall I’d have to say that dang, I was pretty good there!

After that, I went to the Alamo. Not only did I go to the Alamo, I went INSIDE of the Alamo!

Yes, I did, and I didn’t do anything horrible or bark or anything. I was on my best behavior because before we went inside, Mom told the Texas Ranger guy that I was a good boy and would mind my manners.

My Ruff Wear Harness gives me this illusion of authority I guess, and the Ranger guy seemed to think I was important. So he let us go in, and since I didn’t want Mom to end up in the pokey, I didn’t make a sound when were in this important place.  They don’t let you take pictures in there, which is why you don’t see any of me inside, so you’ll just have to take my word that I was there.

I think we’re leaving this big state called Texas next week. I’ve had a lot of fun here and as far as dog-friendly places go, Texas gets my vote!

The coyotes wail, along the trail,
deep in the heart of Texas,

The rabbits rush, around the brush,
deep in the heart of Texas

The cowboys cry, “Ki-yip-pee-yi,”
deep in the heart of Texas.

The doggies bawl, and bawl and bawl,
deep in the heart of Texas.

Deep In The Heart Of Texas, lyrics by June Hershey

Sheriff Wyatt’s in Town

Three legged Wyatt travels the Southwest on his road trip adventures.

Talk about a find, look what I dug up in the desert~ Can you believe someone left this behind? Mmmmm, tasty. Way better than a road flare.

We walked around the desert a lot this winter in the southwest. I learned a few things, like, don’t poke your nose where it doesn’t belong.  

I wore my Ruff Wear boots all over the place, and I was glad I did. Shoes aren’t my favorite thing but sharp stuff stuck in my paws is even worse.

Since then, I’ve been to Arizona, New Mexico and now we’re in Texas, where we almost got washed away in a river.

I’m getting better at meeting new people and going new places. But I’ve got a long way to go. Sometimes things just hurt my brain when they don’t make sense. Which happens a lot when you move from town to town. So I just have to ask people why they’re doing what they’re doing.

My new nickname is “The Sheriff.”

” Though the miles lay long behind you
You have still got miles to go
How’s love ever gonna find you
If it ain’t here it’s down the road”

– Steve Earle, Down The Road

Slave to the Man

Three legged German Shepherd dog Wyatt Ray works hard as Tripawds ambassador.

When Codie Rae told me I was going to a new home, she did not tell me that it was under the condition that I work off my room and board. I think she was trying to get rid of me because she knew that Mister Perfect Travis Ray was coming for a permanent visit.

Since I’ve been a part of this crazy pack, I’ve made videos, worked in the blazing hot sun as an ambassador, gone on hospital tours and now, I’ve been subjected to starvation for the sake of another hinky Tripawds contest.

The other day my pawrents put my food bowl in front of me. Thinking that perhaps there was something edible inside of it, I jumped in and took a big bite of  . . . paper! They said I was picking a winner or something.

Geez. How low can they go?

Then again, I guess it ain’t all bad. We’ve left California and are now in another desert, in Arizona. I’ve never been to Arizona, so I guess there’s one perk of this Tripawds Ambassador job.

Hmmmm….I guess it ain’t so bad after all.

Dig My Whirling Walk in the Desert

Three legged German Shepherd dog Wyatt shows us how he walks with the Gentle Leader.

You can’t say I don’t know how to occupy myself. See, I’ve been digging these great huge holes out here in the desert, trying to find out what’s underneath all this dirt.

Mom and Dad don’t seem to care too much ever since they heard that digging is good exercise for a Tripawd’s wrists. Plus, it’s not like there’s any grass here to ruin or anything (well, except this fake stuff). So when my pawrents working on whatever it is they do, I’m doing my investigations.

 Ok, now my Mom wants you to know that she knows that rope on my harness looks bad, but she and Dad keep a close eye on me and don’t let me stay on it unsupervised or get tangled up in it. Except of course, when I can’t stop them because I’m having a freak out.

Little do they know my evil plan . . . whenver I freak out, Mom and Dad have to stop what they’re doing, and take me for a WALK!  Bwwwwaaaaahhhh ha ha!