This out-of-control, wildly bucking, primal flight-panic moment brought to you by The Two Year Old Who Will Not be Fazed.
And Daisy, who took the picture of Murphy’s first time under saddle, complete with, yes, it’s touching him…The Girth.
(Hudson is still certain The Girth will kill him, even when it goes up one hole every 15 minutes.)
Daisy saddled Murphy, removed his halter, and waited for typical two-year-old reaction.
She’s still waiting.
Murphy is captivated by a birthday party just off-screen, complete with helium-filled balloons waving spookily in the wind. Or not spookily at all, if you’re Murphy. I think he’d carry one in his teeth.
He’s definitely my nephew. I bet he smells cake.