First and foremost, this book would not have been possible without my beautiful wife, Kate, whose decision to end our marriage gave me unlimited time to finish Neigh It Ain’t So: A Coffee-Table Book of Badly Irregular Horses.
Thanks also to my editor and Domino’s delivery guy, Freddy. How it worked was, I’d order a pizza, and when Freddy showed up, I’d jump out and show him a picture of a horse. If Freddy vomited, the horse went in the book.
And I couldn’t have done this without everyone at Random House, who, when I interrupted their shareholders meeting to pitch my idea for a coffee-table book filled with visually upsetting horses, had their security guards subdue me non-lethally.
I’d also like to thank my roofer. Let me explain. He’s kind of a jack-of-all-trades guy, so when he was fixing a leak one day, I climbed up the ladder to ask if he thought it would be possible to make a book that was four feet wide and three hundred pounds. “Probably,” he replied. “But why?” It was none of his business, but I was feeling generous, so I told him the truth: only big, strong coffee tables are worthy of my coffee-table book.

