The Tripawds Leg-a-cy Continues!
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?
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.
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!
Three legged RV road dog Wyatt Ray gets ready to hit the road to California and meet Northern California Bay Area Tripawds.
Just when I found something fun to do in Fernley, it was time to go. Such is the life of a Road Dawg.
Three legged Wyatt Ray Dawg wonders why his humans need to make him wear a Gentle Leader head collar.
I really feel stupid in this snout leash. I don’t know why Mom and Dad use it on me. They say it’s because I walk too fast when I’m on leash.
But that’s just because I’m so dang excited to get out there and start checking my pee-mail. They just don’t get it.
This thing is making me look bad. And it’s leaving a dent in my snout too, ruining my charming, youthful looks. Sometimes they take it off me and say “OK Wyatt, let’s see if you can be good.” But as soon as I pull ahead or leap about, they try to strangle me with it. When I go after rolled up newspapers, or try to chase a rabbit, they get all mad and put it right back on me. Go figure.
I heard them tell another two-legger once, “We used it on Jerry too and couldn’t walk him without it for the first 5 years. Agggh!
Then we met a quiet 13 year old bitch who’s people said I need a choke collar. I kept barking at her nonstop, but she wouldn’t tell me anything about that, or what a pinch collar is either.
Anyway, how on earth am I going to train these silly humans? I am not wearing this thing for five more years.
I am Dog. Hear me Roar!