The Tripawds Leg-a-cy Continues!
Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt plays at the dog park two months after his leg amptuation.
OK, Jerry, I got off my tail and posted tonight.
So, here’s a video of me on September 19th, just over two months past my amputation. Can you tell? Do I look tired? Ha! No way. I walked a mile, then stopped at this pawesome dog park to have a good romp with my pals. I sure showed them what a Tripawd can do!
Oh, you can thank my Dad for the gangsta rap music. I think he thought I was homesick for Oakland.
Help save German Shepherd dogs in Northern California with the Wags to Riches German Shepherd Rescue fundraiser.
Whew! I’ve spent the last three days at Codie Rae Boot Camp. As you can see, she’s one tough Tripawd! More about that later, but meanwhile . . .
Sargent Codie Rae drilled it into me that I need to let you know about a really great fundraiser taking place, for German Shepherd Rescue of Northern California.
This group is the same one who helped bust Codie Rae and I out of the Oakland, CA pound! If it wasn’t for them, we wouldn’t be here to spread the word about Tripawd pawesomeness.
So their fundraiser is called “Wags to Riches,” and even though it’s a fun pawty taking place in Walnut Creek, CA, you don’t even have to be there to pawticipate and WIN!
There’s a big raffle going on, where you can win
Tickets are just twenty bucks!
We know times are hard and we’re all broke. But the rescue animals are hurting so bad right now. Even buying just one ticket can go a long way in helping other future spokesdawgs find loving homes in California. So dig under those couch cushions and under your car seats, and download the German Shepherd Rescue of Northern California raffle ticket form today!
Three legged tripod hero Wyatt Ray Dawg celebrates his ampuversary.
Today is my three month ampuversary. Three months since I got my leg taken off and got saved from that nasty ghetto house in Oaktown.
And this coming week, it’ll be two months since I met my new pawrents and they took me with them to these beautiful mountains. And now, I’m ten months old.
I weigh 70 pounds today (I was around 63 when the good people at German Shepherd Rescue of Northern California came to help me). Three months later, I’m doing pretty good. My rear leg gets stronger all the time. How can it not, these mountains are steep!
Life is good. I can’t complain.
Three legged rescue tripod dog Wyatt plays at the Estes Dog Park and at the Morris Animal Foundation K9K Canine Cancer Walk in Colorado.
On September 19th, my pawrents and I went to the Morris Animal Foundation K9K Walk to Cure Canine Cancer.
I was proud to be there representing the Colorado branch of Team Tripawds. I could feel my Spirit Brother Jerry there with us, hopping right along with all the cool dog pawrents and dogs, all raising money and doing their best to find a cure to that nasty disease.
The walk wasn’t all sadness though. There was an awesome dog park right next to the route, which no dog in his right mind could resist.
Even with all that walking I did, I wasn’t too tired to play with these rowdy pups!
Thanks everyone, for helping out Team Tripawds and the Morris Animal Foundation raise $15,562 to help with canine cancer research.
Once again, I showed Mom and Dad that I can play nice with other dogs, even four legged ones.
See, I told ya so!
German Shepherd puppy Wyatt eats raw chicken and loves the BARF diet for dogs.
When I came to live with Mom and Dad, I was on some pretty good dog food. It tasted just fine, I didn’t complain. But Mom complained. She said I had bad breath, and my teeth were getting pretty icky, which just doesn’t seem right for a puppy with brand new choppers.
But lucky for me, my Mom is a firm believer in home cooking and the Barf Diet For Dogs
Wow, I had no idea that food could taste this good! There’s nothing like a hearty chomp! chomp! chomp! on a chicken leg. I can devour them in seconds, as you can see. I’ve also eaten a lot of liver, beef, and turkey. Mom says she has some fish for me too, but she’s waiting until she knows I can handle it.
She also makes me eat my veggies. Parsley, carrots, whatever’s in the fridge. She chops it up really fine, and mixes it into my main dinner (which is still kibble, but seems like I’m getting less of that these days). Or, she’s also learning to cook for me too, with this book she just got, The Whole Pet Diet.
I really don’t mind the green stuff. I’ll gladly eat it as long as I can have my chicken dinner!
