Noah Without an Ark

Easy-peasy is how I describe my latest dog transport - thankfully, since this is my first since I fell and ended up with a concussion, from which I've now fully recovered. Carol and I, wearing our sneakers this time (see them on my feet in the picture!), drove to Allentown last Sunday, February 26th, to pick up Noah, a two-year old beagle mix. Dogs did not come "two by two", but rather Noah came alone. But we were not disappointed, as little Noah was adorable!

The first order of business was a short walk to give Noah the opportunity to do his business. He put his nose to the grindstone, as most hound-type dogs do, and got busy sniffing for who knows what. He defintely had passion and determination for his task.

After no success with the business end of things on Noah's part, we encouraged him into the car, and he happily obliged. As like so many before him, he thought he would ride shotgun.

Soon, however, he realized he'd have much less responsibility if he relinquished shotgun to Carol, and moved to the backseat where he could have more room, and could check out where he had just been.

Noah finally grew weary from wagging...er...waving at the people in the cars behind us, and settled down for a little snooze, glad he'd chosen the backseat. He was content from all the ear rubs he'd received earlier, and seemed to know that he was going somewhere that would be a better life for him. Of course, almost anywhere was better than living on the streets, where'd they'd found him, and anything was better than wondering if anyone would appreciate him again. He hoped he'd get a better name than Noah too! It had been given to him by the shelter people who had rescued him. They didn't know him from Adam, after all.

As Noah dozed, his head danced with visions of living with a nice family who would feed him, give him plenty of clean water, and maybe even let him sleep on a soft dog bed. Could that possibly in his future? Dare he hope? Maybe he'd even have his own backyard, and be taken for walks so he could sniff out the clues to all his fellow dog neighbors. How heavenly would that be? Please let it be true!

As we approached the parking lot where we'd hand him over to his foster parents, Noah seemed to know, perked up and came forward to see what he could see for himself. Would this be it? Would this be his last car ride of his transport to safety? He sure hoped so. He just knew that if he was given a chance, he'd make a great family pet. After all, he has such depth of personality, and so much love and sloppy kisses to give. And he's so sure he will train his family to give him the best ear massages.

So, our ride with Noah came to an end, as we handed him over to his foster parents. But the best news of all is that his fosters told us they already had three -- yes three -- applications to adopt him! So little Noah's future is very bright indeed.