Seems like only yesterday that Noah the Big White Dog (he has aspirations of beating Clifford in the book stores) was a sweet little ball of fluff.
Early on, he showed keen interest in landscaping. I should have realized then…
An early hunt for eligible sticks.
An aspiring blog writer, this is his first discovery of the fascination of the computer.
And the career as “Stick Boy the Magnificent” began!
I don’t know why I complained so much. Noah was a cheap date. Playing with his favorite ‘toy’ (an empty gallon plastic milk jug.)
And when no big sticks were available? He used his imagination.
He has friends in high places (the Queen grants an audience.)
He’d like to be a couch potato.
But has settled into being a floor potato.
He’s just a darned handsome guy.
With a mom who wants to share way too many photos.
And now, he’s made his move into the world of fashion photography!!!
(I know its hard to believe, but that is not me in the magazine ad. Okay, its not Noah either. But where on earth did they ever find a Big White Dog that looked exactly like Noah?)
Raising Noah has been a grand adventure. My dad always said he thought I ended up with Noah for a purpose, to learn something. At the time, I just said something like ‘harumph.’ But I do believe I have learned more about dogs, and maybe a little about myself, from Noah, than I have in all my years of raising and owning dogs. That said, I hope he lives a LONG TIME. Because I don’t think I can do that again LOL!
Happy Birthday, Big Boy! Momma loves you.