Tag: tripawd

Toys Taste Greeeeeat!

Three legged tripawd Shepherd Wyatt Ray plays with many toys after his adoption and amputation.

When I got picked to be part of Mom and Dad’s pack, I never had my own toys before. I spent my life at the end of a rope, and the only fun I hever had was playing in the dirt, or barking at people.

But since I came to live with my pack though, they keep bringing me all kinds of cool stuff to play with. Like this big fluffy snake. And some guy named Bart. I heard the humans call them toys.

Whatever they are, they sure taste good. Especially the white suff that’s always inside them.

Yum!

Oh, by the way, can you see that white strip across my nose? That’s from that stupid Gentle Leader that Mom and Dad keep making me wear whenever I walk. That darn thing is making me lose my hair on my snout! I keep trying to tell them I don’t need it. So they take it off me, and the we go on a walk and I guess they don’t like the way I walk without it, becuase right back on it goes.

Maybe some day I won’t have to wear it anymore. I’d sure like my nose hair to grow back!

My Warty Woes

Three legged Tripawd german shepherd contracts canine papilloma virus at age 1 year.

Mom and Dad have been calling me “Wart Hog” lately, whatever that is.

I guess it’s because I have this gross “papilloma” warty thing on my lip that started getting bigger a couple of weeks ago. Apparently I must have gotten it from some other dog.

Nice picture, huh?

I don’t even care about it. It doesn’t get in the way of my eating and that’s all I care about. But Mom and Dad keep pulling my scissor jaws apart and checking out my mouth like every five minutes! This thing is bugging them more than it is me.

Good thing it’s starting to fall off now and get smaller. I can’t wait till it’s gone.

Slabber Dawg

Three legged dog Wyat Ray shares his road trip adventure in the Southern California desert at Slab City.

Can’t say I don’t mind this camping thing at Slab City. It’s sunny and kinda warm every day. I get to hang out in the dirt, dig holes and even run around a golf course when Mom and Dad aren’t working.

Seriously. There is a golf course right here in the desert.

It doesn’t have any grass, but who needs grass to chase a ball around?

Tennis balls, golf balls, basket balls, I’m your dawg!

Mom says all this dirt I’m playing in is turning our RV into a dog house.

I say, what’s wrong wth that?

Blood Brothers

Tripod dog Wyatt Ray gets beat up by four legged Labrador Riley.

Oh Cousin Riley, why did you have to try to hump my head?  I know you’re old and cranky, but I just wanted to play. I didn’t mean to get on your nerves. You shouldda told me you were tired, instead of pinning me on the ground and biting my neck so hard.

Sheesh, if you had just told me that, I wouldn’t have bit your ear in three places.

What’s a little blood between cousins? Glad you’re OK.

P.S. Mom says that she’s glad I defended myself. There’s nothing worse than seeing a Tripawd getting nailed by a quadruped.

Yo soy el lobo de Los Angeles

Three legged German Shepherd puppy Wyatt wonders why people are afraid of him.

All the people in my Mom’s family here in Los Angeles are afraid of me. I have no idea why.

They think I’m this crazy beast or something. Ok, so I like to say hello by wrapping my mouth around their wrists and nibbling on their fingers. And perhaps my ear-splitting “hellos” leave them shaking in their shoes.

Maybe that’s why Grandpa keeps calling me Lobo!

So hey, why not act like one? A wolf, that is.

Hoooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwllllllllllllll!

But see, I have a soft side too! I can be a real ladies’ man, you know!