I have had Hudson for nearly a year, and do not have a picture that looks like him.
There is one photo in which his eyes are open, and he bears a mild resemblance to a horse, even if he does not look like himself.
Essentially, the rest look like this. Only worse.
I have 1000 good photos of Murphy and Barbie, Melody and True, random stranger’s horses, dogs, cats, even a gold-fish.
I complained to Daisy: how the heck does he know I’m shooting him? He can’t be totally anti-paparazzi!! Can he?
He got a bath. Even had his face shampooed. (This is a breakthrough that involved $50 worth of carrots.)
Since there was no one else present, I had to tie him. Hoping for that regal shot in the classy leather halter.
- Tied: looked like a mule.
- Tied: held up carrot; looked like a starving mule being tortured.
- Tied: snapped carrot in half and waved around; he looked like a cranky, starving mule, undergoing torture, who is about to kick.
- Untied: walked away. Looked like an emaciated mule on his last legs (with a sway back and knife withers). His body stretched out like one of those double-long city buses with the accordion connector in the middle. But…a fabulous tail.
Gave up photographing.
He instantly stood normally. Snapped it quick: his non-mule, non-emaciated, nicely muscled body, with head on floor.
He is going to drive me INSANE.
The best of 50 photos. Horrid, busy, background. His face isn’t this long. But at least his ears are forward?
The starving, sway backed horse with giant butt:
Great body, who cares if we see his head and neck? Clearly NOT bony and emaciated:
Even better: head in bucket with fly spray racing stripes, with the angle off just enough to make him look…sway backed, over at the knee, and pear butted.
I swear he does this on purpose.
(Oh all right. The racing stripes out of flyspray? Guilty.)