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Slave to the Man

Three legged German Shepherd dog Wyatt Ray works hard as Tripawds ambassador.

When Codie Rae told me I was going to a new home, she did not tell me that it was under the condition that I work off my room and board. I think she was trying to get rid of me because she knew that Mister Perfect Travis Ray was coming for a permanent visit.

Since I’ve been a part of this crazy pack, I’ve made videos, worked in the blazing hot sun as an ambassador, gone on hospital tours and now, I’ve been subjected to starvation for the sake of another hinky Tripawds contest.

The other day my pawrents put my food bowl in front of me. Thinking that perhaps there was something edible inside of it, I jumped in and took a big bite of  . . . paper! They said I was picking a winner or something.

Geez. How low can they go?

Then again, I guess it ain’t all bad. We’ve left California and are now in another desert, in Arizona. I’ve never been to Arizona, so I guess there’s one perk of this Tripawds Ambassador job.

Hmmmm….I guess it ain’t so bad after all.

Dig My Whirling Walk in the Desert

Three legged German Shepherd dog Wyatt shows us how he walks with the Gentle Leader.

You can’t say I don’t know how to occupy myself. See, I’ve been digging these great huge holes out here in the desert, trying to find out what’s underneath all this dirt.

Mom and Dad don’t seem to care too much ever since they heard that digging is good exercise for a Tripawd’s wrists. Plus, it’s not like there’s any grass here to ruin or anything (well, except this fake stuff). So when my pawrents working on whatever it is they do, I’m doing my investigations.

 Ok, now my Mom wants you to know that she knows that rope on my harness looks bad, but she and Dad keep a close eye on me and don’t let me stay on it unsupervised or get tangled up in it. Except of course, when I can’t stop them because I’m having a freak out.

Little do they know my evil plan . . . whenver I freak out, Mom and Dad have to stop what they’re doing, and take me for a WALK!  Bwwwwaaaaahhhh ha ha!

Wiley Riley’s Life Lessons

Smart Shepherd Riley teaches dogs how to get new toys.

Speaking of yummy toys . . . my Sheppie friend Riley just did something that probably has us all beat.

He ate his Mom’s laptop and power cord! Not even my road flare trick or Codie Rae can top that one.

Geez, he was just trying to help her by getting rid of that box that makes her so mad all the time. His Dad didn’t scold him too bad though since Wiley Riley was smart enough to not get caught in the act. But later, check this out; his Mom came home with a new chew toy for him!

Hahahahaha! We Sheppies are the smartest dogs ever!

Class, Pay Attention!

Chew a toy of Mom and Dad’s + Don’t Get Caught = More Toys!

I think maybe Riley should come here and share some of his other lessons with us, don’t you?

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.