Three Legged Couch Surfing Across America

Three legged dog Wyatt discovers the joys of couch surfing in an RV

Mom and Dad said I couldn’t get on the furniture at home, not even the bed. They said I haven’t earned that privlige yet. I’m not sure what that means.

But when we moved into the big doghouse on wheels, Dad said I could get on the couch if I wanted to. The couch is the only place where I can see out the window, and I like to see who’s going by. It’s my job, you know.

Here at the RV park in Nevada, there’s lots of peeps going by. The neighbor lady has two cranky old girldogs who sit outside all day and bark all the time. So I sit up here, and tell them who’s boss of this doghouse. I’ll be here until Christmas. It should be fun showing them who’s king around here.

The couch is waaaay more comfortable than my crate. I think I like this thing they call RVing.

But Dad says I still can’t get on the bed.

But Mom, Why Do We Gotta Leave?

Three legged Oakland dog Wyatt leaves on a road trip in the RV for winter.

I was just getting used to this country life, enjoying all the snow here, when Mom and Dad said “OK, it’s too cold! Time to go Wyatt.”

So they loaded up this big house on wheels, and we left Colorado yesterday. Now we are sitting at a place called a “truck stop” in Utah. I don’t know where we’re going but they say I’m going to like this adventure, “what dog wouldn’t?” they say. 

I’m not sure about this yet. My tummy is all messed up, and I poo’d all over my new house last night. That happened when Mom and Dad went to get dinner after the truck stopped working on the freeway. They locked me into my crate but I wasn’t going to poo in there! So I busted out. Yeah, all you dogs who get locked into those dumb boxes, just ask me how to escape, I’ll teach ya all the tricks! Mine was easy though, I have to admit, my soft crate just needed one good swipe of the paw, maybe two, and I was out. I almost broke all the way through the house screen door too, but Mom and Dad came home before I finished.

It’s a nice morning. Mom cleaned the rig, and now in a little bit we’ll get started moving again. I can’t wait to get out of this truck and run around again.

I Came, I Saw, I Barked

Three legged dog hero Wyatt talks about freedom and being offleash at the ranch.

Ok, so I’m saying to myself, “Wow, what the heck is that thing?”

Then Mom says “Wyatt, be nice!” And I’m like “Hey, that’s one heckuva ugly dog!

This character you see is just one species I got to know really well during my stay at Vickers Ranch. Right there in my backyard at the campground, I saw deer, horses, snakes, and lots of two legged cowboys and cowgirls too.

But all of that activity really got to me. Mom and Dad were taking me everywhere with them while they helped out, and I didn’t get much time to rest.

I was too busy trying to run around with the other dogs, who were all offleash, and I put up a real stink whenever Mom and Dad wanted to tie a leash to me. This made me really, really cranky.

So my pawrents decided that it was time to go. That perhaps the ranch is just a little too much excitement for a pup like me. They told me that when I’m older we can go back, but now, we’ve gone home to work on training.

But really, we all know the truth about who’s training who, don’t we?

Heh heh.

Trail Dawg

Three legged dog Wyatt Ray shares his road trip adventures in Colorado.

Wyatt Ray Dawg on the TrailWell, like my friend Codie Rae said they would, my pawrents are taking me on the road with them. Right now we are in Western Colorado, at a dude ranch.  There’s horses and dogs and rivers and lakes and I’m just going batty with so much to do here!

Mom and Dad, however think that all this fun I’m having is a bit of a problem.

See, I’m having soooo much fun, that there’s no way that I can stay mellow enough to practice stuff they want me to do, like, oh, “Stay” and “Come!” and my personal favorite, “Drop it!” I also really hate being on a leash because all the other dogs here get to run free, so why can’t I?

Sheesh. Road trippin’ is hard work.