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

Tripawd job
“You want me to sleep WHERE?”

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

Hey Sheep, Yer Goin’ fer a Ride!

German Shepherd sheep watch dog Wyatt tells the herd a secret at the end of summer.

Pssst! Hey listen Sheepie, I got something to tell you. Now remember I’m just the messenger OK? Don’t be mad at me.

The rancher lady sez to me that my security services are no longer needed at the pen. She sez you’re going away.

I’m not sure where you are going, but I heard her say something about a house?

Wherever you go little Sheepie, I just want you to know that I had fun getting to hang with you. I never thought I’d like to watch over sheep somewhere besides my food bowl!

Maybe when you come back all wrapped up, the food bowl is where you’ll be!