This is my brother Wyatt and his pet, Apache.
This is my dad, a few years ago.
Wyatt said, "Ha ha, let's take a picture with Mrs. Potts." (I can't actually remember if this cat is Mrs. Potts, but let's all pretend that it is.) Ha ha ha, weirdo.
Now Dad, come get Mrs. Potts because I don't want Apache to maybe spook when she jumps down.
Take a picture of us here,
Now for their big trick--
If you haven't noticed, Wyatt is hilarious. And he thinks he is too- I can't take out any of these pictures because I always crack up looking at them because he was cracking up taking them.
He was going to put his hat on Apache,
But he couldn't.
Now die, horse!
(The other day at the dinner table we had a discussion about whether it would be better to teach your horse to lay down on command so that you could get behind it in a gun fight, and then it would only MAYBE die from a bullet, or better to hurry and kill it yourself like in the movie Lonesome Dove.)
Here I'd like to insert a picture of my dad and his horse Thunder, a few years ago.
Then I went out to try to get a really good picture of Honey's baby, Echo?, so Dad could send it to the owner of the sire... I think. Anyway, my mission was to get a fantastic picture. But she kept running behind her mom.
Then I came back up to watch the rodeo. I mean, watch Wyatt riding Jubal, our stallion who has only been ridden a couple times. Once? Anyway, he is not broke.
The saddest photography moment in my life was that I did NOT get a picture of Jubal bucking. :( Or of Wyatt choosing to get off. All I got was the dust afterwards. Still, my dad does look awesome.
Jubal is sooooooooo gorgeous.
Wyatt got back on, because that's what cowboys do.
Wyatt, next time I'm there, we're going to re-enact this picture of Dad, or actually, DAD- next time I'm there, you should re-enact this picture. Hat up, tongue out and everything.