The Tripawds Leg-a-cy Continues!
Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt flies south from Colorado to Texas for winter.
Well it’s about that time of year again and maybe now I can say I’m a road dawg veteran. This is my third year of winter roadtripping with the humans.
Summer, you were pretty good to me while I explored Colorado where the humans worked. What more could a dawg ask for?
But now that Old Man Winter has arrived, it’s time for me to check out of those icy cold Rocky Mountains and go south with the snowbirds.
Come on Dad, hurry up!
Three legged canine amputee extraordinaire Wyatt Ray Dawg catches his first fish in Lake City, Colorado.
Why are fish cleverer than humans?
Ever seen a fish spend a fortune trying to hook a human?
Hahahahaha! I kill myself sometimes!
That’s me, fishing with Mom and Dad in Lake City, Colorado. See, they don’t call it “Lake City” for nothin!
Can’t wait to go back next summer.
Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt Ray runs the ranch in Lake City, Colorado.
Rolling….rolling….rolling…keep them dawgies movin!
There I was, chilling after my big surgery and milkin’ it for all it was worth, when Mom and Dad start packing up the doghouse on wheels and away we go to Cowboy Country.
They tried bringin’ me here when I was a punk kid, but I went CRAAAAAAZY so we left after just a week or so.
Now that I’m older and wiser….ok, older, they thought they could try it again. So Dad’s talkin’ like he’s gonna go play farmer or something and I’m LMAO going “Uh huh, sure Dad, you’re going to trade in that laptop for a tractor eh? Riiiiiiight.”
But look, he wasn’t joking! Yep, that’s him on the left, working on the big hay machine, instead of banging away on that keyboard.
He’s all beat up and his neck is sun burned. I think they call that a RED neck, don’t they? Hah! But that’s why you ain’t seeing him much around lately.
Me, I’m diggin’ it here being a ranch dawg and chillin with my peeps, a pack of wild Shelties and lots of freaky critters like fish and deer and I hear there’s elk too but I ain’t never seen them.
Mom is also working hard but since she’s taking pictures she’s never in them. Trust me though, she’s kickin’ butt doing a lot of gardening stuff here.
I heard them talking about coming back for like all summer next year. I like this ranching thing. A few more weeks of this and I’m going to be running that tractor myself!
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 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.