My Modeling Career

Because I'm such a handsome fella, somedays Brita just like to spiffy me up and take pictures. She said of all the hundreds of beautiful pictures there isn't one fancy "conformation" shot, and we really should get one of those. Okay, I'm good at standing around looking pretty. How's this?

Oh... I shouldn't look directly at the camera. It shortens my neck? And it wasn't quite the right angle. Well, git in the right spot!

Huh? Whadya say? There's a fly on my nose?

So we tried again. And again. I got bored.... This is taking for-eh-VUH!



Ah, that's a nice pose. Perfect.

Now stand like a "real" Saddlebred.

What do you mean? Like this?

Get over my front end? Do you know what she's talking about?

Me either. Wake me up when it's over.


Whoops, I think you dropped something. You shouldn't go waving towels around like that. It's distracting.

Wait, do you have SNACKS?

You do! Let me have one!
Gimmee Gimmee Gimmee

This is the sort of pose I'm good at.

The End.