The not to be trusted Noah

Noah cannot get over his apparent instinct to pick up and subsequently eat the nastiest of trash on a regular basis. We went to a walk tonight after setting up the HDTV and drafting our living will, talk about a wild Friday night and Noah did not let us down. We were enjoying our walk when the blonde bombshell finds petrified cat poo and snaps it up with his ninja skills. I yell, Noah freezes and proceeds to drop his CatRoca. I have never been so happy and never has Alex found my yelling to be a more endearing quality. The bonus was neither one of us had to pry open the jaws of steel to retrieve petrified cat crap. I am sure most people would just let their dog eat the poo.

The beginning.....

I decided to start a blog for a few reasons.
1). I have a lot to say.
2). My adventures and those of my family are somewhat amusing and deserve to be shared.
3). We have friend and family scattered all over and this way I don’t have to send so many emails thus lowering my risks of developing carpal tunnel syndrome.
That being said let the blogging begin.

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