How Bad We Make It
This photo is right after we first tried to get him to load, maybe a couple days or so. Aside from the trees, the front paddock had no cover and if the horses needed cover, we had to put them in the barn. Instead, we--I guess callously--gave Honor the trailer as his cover. The result is a picture perfectly depicting the effects of fear. Inside that trailer is warmth, shelter, and a giant pile of top-dollar grain. Instead, Honor chooses to sit in the corner with his back to the wind and rain, moping in his self-pity.
2 Seconds of Sadness
Literally the saddest 2 seconds ever recorded of Honor's life.
You can see the two buckles on the front and how the blanket opens double-breast style. Then there are the two T-clasps on the left side. Sadly, I don't have any photos of the notorious back straps. But it's likely better that way, to avoid triggering myself. You're probably wondering, "Is he smiling in his sleep?" Why, yes. Yes he is. Of course he is. Because he's ridiculous. Also, if you're wondering who the Chestnut is, never fear... that's coming soon.
Andy and Lollipop
I had to include this. It's too good to overlook. Andy is a former 11B. Lollipop is a cow. Ya'll... this cow fucking adores this dude.
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