velvety soft ears
inquisitive, searching chocolate brown eyes
and a big brushy tail that has attempted to knock many beverage glasses over in one clean sweep.
Our Noah-dog.
He was only 14 weeks old when we rescued him from Lafayette, Louisiana after Hurricane Katrina blew through in 2005.
A blonde ball of fluff with floppy ears and a goofy grin.
He was the best "student" in puppy class - learning "leave it" was SUCH a breeze, he made training easy. Although now he has become a little more stubborn in his older years.
He isn't the best cuddler- he prefers his space. Although around meal time he awards you with extra love - in order to get his food sooner...
I always feel safe when he's around, he is my protector, my guardian dog.
Today he turns 8 years old. We don't have any children, but I understand when families look at their child and proclaim, "Oh my, where has the time gone? You have grown up so quickly!"
So a toast to our first pup on his 8th Birthday - may your kibble always be laced in cat food, your dreams full of squirrel conquests, and your trips to the dog park never-ending.
*regretfully I only have a handful of photos when Noah was just a puppy... but here are two taken at my parent's ranch house when he was still really young - notice his ears still didn't stand all the way up! The last polaroid photo was taken today, while he enjoyed his daily ritual of sunbathing.
xoxo
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