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All Work, Not Enuf Play for a Tripawd Working Dog

Wyatt Ray shows off his people skills as a Tripawd working dog at the 2019 Wild West Veterinary Conference in Reno, Nevada.

Wyatt Ray Dawg here. Did you furget about me? I don’t blame you if you did. My people have been too busy to let you know how I’m doing. Now that I think about it, I’ve also been too busy being a Tripawd working dog.

A couple of weeks ago my people and me went to Reno, Nevada. That’s right, bright lights, big city. We went to the Wild West Veterinary Conference to help get the word out about the Tripawds Nation.

I thought I was just going to chill out for a few days while my people walked the conference and handed out information but nope. One day they said “Wyatt, you’re coming with us!”

Guess they wanted me to earn my keep that day. You can definitely say that I worked my tail off, and then some!

Sheesh. When my people said they wanted a working dog, I didn’t think they meant go to hang out with dogtors and be nice to them all day. Now that’s work for a dawg like me!

Tripawd Working Dog Asks, “Dude, Where’s My Couch?”

A Tripawd working dog needs his couch after a long day on the ranch, but his dad had other plans.

I don’t know why humans do the things they do. Take for example, my Dad’s latest project: building a desk for himself.

Before we got to the ranch for summer, me and him used to sit on my couch during the day. I was hoppy to share it. He would bang on his computer machine, and I would snooze. Or, when my friend Austin visited, we took over my couch and Dad got to sit at the kitchen table.

Tripawd Couch Dogs — “Guess we’ll have to crash at your house now, Austin.”

But every day Dad would say “Ouch” “Ugh” “Grr” when he would stand up after working all day. Mom said “It’s your back. You need a real desk for work.”

Then after one back ache too many, Dad got mad at the couch desk. So he tore it out. And then I knew we were in trouble.

Tripawd Work Dog — “Uh dad, are you building me a new couch?”

It didn’t take him very long to build his desk. And everyone thinks it’s great. But I sure don’t. No more couch for me.

That’s OK though. A Tripawd working dog like me has plenty of other things to do around here. Like help Dad at his other job on the ranch.

Tripawd Ranch Dog — “Hey Dad, remember, safety first!”

Or just watch the office with mom.

Tripawd Office Dog — “But Mom, why do you gotta go to work?”

That’s my life as a Tripawd working dog. But it’s not all work and no play. Wanna see what else I’ve been up to this summer on the ranch? I knew you did!

Meet the Sin City Show Dog This Week at WVC

If you’re in Las Vegas come meet Tripawds Spokesdog Wyatt Ray at the Western Veterinary Conference 2017.

It ain’t easy being the Tripawds Spokesdog. On Friday my folks thought that it would be good to celebrate Tri Day by giving me a bath! What the …?

Tripawd, Bone Appetit, Las Vegas, German Shepherd — “This is a weird way to celebrate Tripawd Awarenss.”

Oh wait. I know why they did it. Because they want me all spiffy for the Western Veterinary Conference we’re doing this week in Lost Vegas. Yeah I get to be a dancin’ poodle all week, struttin’ my stuff and showing vets what Tripawds can do.

Tripawd, WVC, Las Vegas, German Shepherd — “Viva Las Vegas, here I am!”

Being a spokesdog at a conference is hard. The place where we stay has nowhere for a dog to have fun. Show days are long too, but the vets make it easy. After all, who better to come up and pet me all day long than humans who totally GET dogs like me? They’re my kinda peeps.

Tripawd, German Shepherd, WVC, Las Vegas — “I’m ready for my close-up.”

If you’re in Las Vegas between March 5 and 9th, come see me at WVC!

The Tripawd Dog of Many Jobs

Wyatt the three legged German Shepherd looks for jobs around Lake City Colorado.

Every dog likes me needs something to do. And when my people are away at work all day long, I have to find something to do. Monitoring squirrels just isn’t doing it for me anymore. So the other day, I saw that Mom left a package out. It looked suspicious so I had to inspect it, just like those dogs in the airport and stuff.

Postal Inspector Wyatt at Your Service

Tripawd job — “Is there anything hazardous, perishable, liquid, fragile or lithium batteries inside?”

Whew! Good thing there was nothing dangerous inside.

It wasn’t too long after that when Mom and Dad said they wanted to go see some stars on their day off. That part I didn’t mind, but what made me crazy was they wanted to sleep outside. On. The. Ground!

Ranger Dawg Patrols the Peaks

The stars were very pretty but it was so cold. They said something about we were at eleven thousand feet altitude. No wonder I felt a little weird while we camped. I was glad to go home and sleep on my couch again.

My most recent job was as a tour guide. We went to town and they have a river there.

K9 Tour Guide leads the way.

Wyatt has a Tripawd job — “Come on people, use your nose to find your way!”

Well, apparently people get lost all the time along that river. There are signs everywhere telling them where to go. Don’t they know all they have to do is pay attention?

That’s OK though, I was hoppy to show humans the way to town.

Now I’m waiting to hear back from the fire department. I applied for a job ’cause I saw their fire station dog does absolutely nothing all day long. Lazy dawg!

Fire Fighter Tripawd Shepherd at Your Command

Wyatt the Tripawd firefighter — “You get paid for this?”

I’ll let you know if I get to put on the uniform. Stay tuned!

Patrolling the West

Three legged German Shepherd Wyatt talks about his life as a ranch dawg patrol at Vickers Ranch in Lake City Colorado.

A day in the life of me, Wyatt Ray Dawg.

Now that my pawrents are working long days at the ranch in Colorado, I get to hang out in my crib and keep an eye out for bears, deer, elk and those pesky rabbits. Sometimes they try to come around but usually they’re smart enough not to. I sleep a lot when I’m alone.

Other days I get to go ride around with Dad when he makes the rounds on the property in a jeep. He says there are 2,000 acres here, which I guess is a lot cause sometimes it takes us a long time to check it out.

Mom works in the office. There’s a lot of activity to regulate there and I get too tired trying to keep things under control, so I don’t go there much.

When it gets warmer I’ll get to go swimming in all of the ponds when Mom and Dad get off work. I can’t wait to swim again.

And now, back to work . . . zzzzzzzzzzz