Where's Noah?

The other night I was watching an old episode of Bones that I hadn't seen before and working on some cross stitch when Rob leashed Noah and went out the door.

When the TV show was over, I realized that I hadn't seen Rob and Noah for over an hour. I slipped on my shoes and wandered down to the garage. This is what I found.

On the grooming table were piles of black and white hair looking suspiciously like Noah's hair. Mixed in was some brown hair, obviously from Fudge. There was enough hair to make another dog. The trash can was almost full of black, white and brown hair, attesting to the fact the everyone had taken a turn on the table.

And running around outside and munching cookies as his reward for being a good boy, Noah looked smaller and neater and cooler.