Hudson’s exploits in and around the city
Cone of Shame!
Hudson, all 50 shades of grey, hanging out at my friend’s house, without either of us knowing about it.
Someone over did it in the dog park
You may not be able to spot the schnoodle in this, but this is his handiwork.
Just your average morning at home for Hudson. A dog bed, some sun and a chew.
Shattered schnoods. It’s hard work being that good-looking.
Hudson’s Winter outfit. Note the red booties and the look of consternation.
Hudson’s Christmas jumper, knitted for him by his ‘grand-mother’.
Me ‘n’ schnoods enjoying a Christmas party moment.
Hudson’s first Christmas, hanging with Kevo. He kept trying to eat the tree.
Portrait of a schnoodle. Portrait of an absurdly handsome schnoodle.
Cone of Shame!
Hudson, bringer of joy to faces of friends.
Hudson and his friend Happy, the uneasy truce.
Just a dog with a bone and posing skills.
He who sleeps.
He who was tiny and sleeps.
He who swims.
Hudson and his uncle, in Bellport. That’s my twin-brother, for anyone interested in such details.
Hudson throwing some angles into the mix, to reiterate, in case anyone had forgotten that he really is incredibly photogenic.
Man and hound: true love.
A puppy-ish ‘come hither’ glance.
Yes! it’s me! I’m good-looking!
Hot days, summer in the city.
Small puppy, posh rug, trouble brewing (but was avoided).
One puppy, one running shoe, handy to indicate scale.
A 7lb puppy – his first photoshoot.