Wyatt Ray the three-legged Shepherd shares some summer dawg highlights of his time in Oregon, and a little news on where he is staying now.
Where does the time go? My people say that a lot. Now I’m saying it. Two days ago it was June, when I last wrote to you my friends. And now, it’s August? How did that happen?
It’s been a long, lazy summer on the big property by the river that we stayed on.
I love getting pushed around in my chariot. Who says only cats get staff? I have my very own chauffer.
Some days it’s too hot to wear a fur coat, but I can’t do anything about that you know. Instead, I’ve got my staff and Swamp Cooler to help me chill. Life is good.
It was so hot for a while. Before it cooled off again, it was time to to hit the road. My grandpawrents need us with them in Los Angeles. So we packed up and I got to be a road dawg once more. Boy, that’s been a while! I furgot what it was like to go from truck stop to truck stop.
And now, we are here in the big city. We aren’t seeing much of it because of the virus. My mom pushes me in the chariot when it’s not too hot.
But I don’t care about the heat anymore. I’m livin’ large in the big, cool house, not in the doghouse on wheels, at least for now.
Instead of regulating the elk and watching for intruders in the mountains, I’m chillin’ with the a/c. This is the life! I ain’t never going back to that hot outdoors! Some day I’ll want to go out to the woods again, but no time soon. Home is where we park it. And right now, it’s good to be a city dawg.
Join Wyatt Ray Dawg on his trip of a lifetime as he travels north in the dog house on wheels to spend summer in Alaska.
And just like that, we’re off. North, to Alaksa! Can you see it? Me, in the land of mushing and snow and plenty of places to roam.
We are getting into the spirit too. Mom and Pops found a pile of snow for me in the California mountains, just ’cause they know how much I love it.
Spring? Where’d it go?! It wasn’t much snow, but enough for me and Boo Boo Bear to have some fun!
I will sing my version of North to Alaska all the way there and back. Join me.
Wild Wyatt left Colorado in the year of twenty eight-teen With Pops his partner and mama Nay too They crossed the Yukon river and they found the bonanza gold Below that old white mountain Just a little south-east of Nome Wyatt crossed the Majestic mountains to the valleys far below He talked to his team of huskies As he mushed on through the snow With the northen lights a-runnin’ wild In the land of the midnight sun Yes Wyatt Ray was a mighty Dawg In the year of twenty-eighteen Where the river is windin’ big nuggets they’re findin’ North to Alaska go north the rush is on North to Alaska go north the rush is on
Wyatt has been busy this winter, including a stint as movie star and director for a short film about his life in the dog house on wheels.
I’ve said it before. I’ll bark it again. I’ve been everywhere, man. But you’d never know it based on my blog. Hey, a travelin’ Tripawd Spokesdawg has lots to do.
I’ve got roamin’ in my DNA and lately it’s taken me to my favorite places like the desert. My people are afraid of winter. So we wait there until it’s over. Or until something important happens, like . . .
My big movie debut!
Ok well not really a movie, but a video about my people. We traveled around in the Arizona outback where a film crew followed me and my people in the dog house. It was a lot like when Jerry was on TV. But this time, I was the star!
And since the director knew what a talented dawg I am, he strapped this movie camera on my back and let ME do the film making. Just wait, you’re gonna love it.
I get tired just thinking about all that movie stuff. You won’t believe what we did! I can’t say anything more for now but I promise I will soon.
Wyatt Ray Dawg experiences Totally Tripawd Totality when goes to Wyoming to see the 2017 Solar Eclipse.
I’m an active dawg, but the other day my humans woke me up way too early. It was still dark out and they made me get into the truck. We hadn’t done that for a while since we got to Colorado in June.
So we drive and drive and I keep hearing the humans talk about the clips. I’m like “What clips dude?” but they just kept going on. And driving. And finally we stop by the side of a road and there’s all these people hanging out. They’ve got chairs and big technical things pointed at the sky. “Ok whatever” I say. “There goes my crazy people again.”
My people did the same as the other humans. They put out their chairs, did some stuff on their devices, talked, ate and seemed to be waiting for something to happen. I had no idea what they were up to until a few minutes later, this happened:
“WOW! WHEEEE!” Duuuuuude! Things went from morning to night . . . and the back again!
That was worth getting up early for, don’t you think?
If you’re in Las Vegas come meet Tripawds Spokesdog Wyatt Ray at the Western Veterinary Conference 2017.
It ain’t easy being the Tripawds Spokesdog. On Friday my folks thought that it would be good to celebrate Tri Day by giving me a bath! What the …?
Oh wait. I know why they did it. Because they want me all spiffy for the Western Veterinary Conference we’re doing this week in Lost Vegas. Yeah I get to be a dancin’ poodle all week, struttin’ my stuff and showing vets what Tripawds can do.
Being a spokesdog at a conference is hard. The place where we stay has nowhere for a dog to have fun. Show days are long too, but the vets make it easy. After all, who better to come up and pet me all day long than humans who totally GET dogs like me? They’re my kinda peeps.
If you’re in Las Vegas between March 5 and 9th, come see me at WVC!