Seriously, I love this dog.
Thankfully (I suppose?) I married someone who had only a mild affinity for dogs… comparatively speaking.
But then came Noah.
I know, I know. I wax poetic all the time about this dog.
But he really is something else.
So today we will spoil him.
Let him sleep in our bed.
Carry on about him in the morning.
Kiss him in the afternoon.
Let him beg for scraps at dinner.
And snuggle him in our laps in the evening.
But honestly, this face.
Happy Birthday, Noah. Here’s to many, many more birthdays with you by my side.
And under my table.
And on my lap.
From the mouths of babes… reasons they love Noah, too.
Tallula: “I love Noah because he’s so cute. I kiss him a lot.”
Poppy: “I love petting him. And I love to give him his treat.”
Vivienne: “I love it when he gives me kisses.”
Shepherd: “I love his soft fur. And he always gives me comfort.”
Jude: “I love that he licks us a lot. And he’s really cute.”
Isabelle: “I love Noah because he knows how to sit and stay. And he likes to cuddle with people.”
Sophie: “I love it when he does his prance-y walk, like when he’s all excited when we get home from church.”