The last few years, I've been in the Canada Day parade as part of a variety of clubs, but mostly as a member of the Horse Club. Since the club in our area disbanded earlier this year, I wasn't sure if I would enter the parade or not. Thankfully, another horsey club had entered the parade and I asked if I could tag along with Spud.
With it being his first parade, I didn't really prepare him too well other than ponying him off of Finn when I rode two days ago. Although, how can only really prepare a horse for the craziness that are parades?
|I went a lil overboard.|
Yea right who are we kidding...
The morning of the parade, it was absolutely pouring. The rain had damaged some of the cart's decorations, but by that point I just wanted to get it all over with. The crepe paper was not the best idea for the shafts.
|We all wore hats - Spud wore a party hat.|
While we waited for the parade to start, Spud started to get amped up. He wasn't necessarily "bad", but would just slam on the brakes and then lurch forwards like a complete asshole. He was also trying to take a look at everything while a million children decided to swarm him and poke/prod all his gear and ask me a billion questions.
|Pony is wet and angry.|
"How old is he?"
"Are you sure his feet should be that small?"
"Can he pull you?"
"You don't ride him do you?"
"What does he eat?"
"What's his name?"
"Can I see if his frogs are small too?" (...seriously.)
"Is he a Shetland?"
"Why are you making a baby pull you?"
"Can I ride in the cart too?"
"Did you really buy all this stuff?" (meaning the cart/harness)
Like. Oh my god.
So after wanting to slit my wrists - and screaming at a young girl because she decided to slap her friend REALLY LOUDLY and push him RIGHT BEHIND MY CART - we were ready to go.
Some of the other horses were getting impatient and Spud felt very, very light up front and frustrated. You could almost tell he was getting pissy because he could hear all these horses moving, but he couldn't see them (blinders), and none of them were his friends so he would whinny to them but no one would reply.
We had very lurchy starts and stops, and during the first 10 minutes, he threatened to rear on me twice. I could feel him get super light up front but had no real place to "put him" so I could get him past the lightness-feeling. There were horses in front of us, horses behind us, and people on either side of us. Instead of fighting with him, I remained super quiet on the reins, but had to realllly keep him in check because he wanted to jig the entire time.
He settled down throughout the parade, which was great, but the intermittent sirens, loud music blaring, people throwing candy to the crowds, people jumping up and down, horse's acting up, and people waving their umbrellas around (literally waving them), he was beyond over-loaded. I could just feel how saturated he was and I just spoke softly to him the entire ride and started to treat it as a schooling session vs waving and screaming "Happy Canada Day" back to all the spectators.
My nephew left the cart about 3/4 of the way through the route to go be with his mom again, as we were both SOAKED through our clothes and the poor guy was shivering. I was kind of glad he got out, so I had one less person to worry about. Several times I positioned myself behind a horse so that we had something to make Spud "stop" should he blow through my aids.
I never really felt "out of control", save for at the beginning and had I believed he would run-away or cause an accident, I would have hand-walked him. He just felt very animated, tense, and flighty but not necessarily un-driveable.
So was it a success?
Kind of. He did worse than I thought he would've, but we went out and did it without any major catastrophe, so I call it a win. We'll have to enter more parades in the future though, because the only thing that will make him quieter is going again and again.