We have a lot of updating to do on several fronts. But let’s start with Murphy!
Height check. Ridiculously, none of us has a stick. But he’s roughly the same height as Hudson, which makes him 16 hh at 2 1/2 years old.
He doesn’t take after his super model mom. Definitely does not work the camera. In fact…
I had begged Daisy to let me take some pics of him. I might have even wheedled and promised takeout from the Crazy Chicken afterward. (“Jane! He’s like three different colors, has a winter coat, and I can’t get his socks white. No. NO.”)
I promised an unfailing recipe for sock whitening, and I’d bring the ingredients. It got me in Daisy’s Jeep with my camera bag.
Murphy was annoyingly indifferent to posing in the “hunter stretch”.
I guess we haven’t decided what color we’re going to be yet. But hey, white socks, right?
Shots of him moving in the round pen went equally well. Floppy ears. Big blue truck parked in the background. Did not capture his stellar lofty movement.
At least we can see his other side:
Fine. It’s clear he’s found some way to communicate with Hudson about, “Real men do NOT pose for photographs with ears forward and head lowered. Do a tenth of what you usually do, in front of the busiest possible background. Good to go.”
Gotta love the handsome boy.
And life is good…