travel – Page 4 – Way To Go Wyatt

Mom and Dad Come to their Senses, Finally

Three legged Wyatt Ray Dawg goes home to the Colorado Rockies.

Yipee! No more thorns, no more heat, no more stinky river water. See ya later Texas!

Oh I’m so glad my pawrents came to their senses. We finally left Texas when the heat got to be too much for us. I’m so glad, I was sweatin’ it up every day and it wasn’t fun with my tongue hanging out all afternoon. Mom kept throwing water on me to cool me off.

So 1,000 miles later, now we’re back in the cool, cool Rocky Mountains at Jerry’s Acres. I am SO glad! There’s no snow but it’s not 99 degrees either. Now, my job is to regulate the Moose that keep coming around. I hate moose but I sure love eating their poo!

I hear that we’re going to try to have a Tripawds Pawty on May 19 in Fort Collins. Anyone care to meet me there? I promise I won’t bite.

No nadar en el río

Three legged adventure dog travels along the Rio Grande River in Texas.

Just when I thought I liked this swimming thing, I get to a river where Mom sez “No Wyatt! Get out of there!”

The Rio Grande River here in Texas is no place for dawgs. It’s mucky green and doesn’t hardly move and if I go in there, Mom says some guy named Montezuma will get me.

Well if I can’t go swimming, what am I supposed to do? It’s NINETY SIX degrees and we have no air conditioning! Ayi carrumba!

Why? Because my Mom and Dad are EL SUPER CHEAPOS and they always stay where it hardly costs nothin. So we’re along the river next to some place called Mexico.

I don’t know why I can’t swim there. Why, I see some dudes crossing it right now. Oh look,they’re coming this way!

hoo yip hoo yip hoo

Wyatt Ray Dawg hears the call of the coyote on the road in Borrego Springs, California.

Out in the desert, where I belong
a coyote calls out
singin’ my song

Yipee Kai Yay
Come out and play, Wyatt Ray!

The Wiley Riot Turkey Day Smackdown

Three legged tripod German Shepherd Wyatt meets quadpawd GSD Riley in Austin Texas Turkey Day Smackdown.

The Day: Thanksgiving, 2011.
The Place: Austin Texas
The Facts: Two crazy Shepherds collide. Who’s the baddest dawg of them all?

So, I’m there to meet this Riley Pup that my Mom is all ga-ga over. He lives in a dog house on wheels too. Mom always talks about him like he’s my twin or something. I guess his antics are pretty good, like the time he ate a ‘puter or something like that. OK, I gotta admit that’s a kewl stunt, but hey Riley, guess what? I ate a road flare! Top that!

12:30 pm. The match is on! Let the Wiley Riot Circus Begin!

Growl! Hiss! Snarl! Bark!