Winston had a great time picking trashcans up in his mouth and dumping them over.
After introducing Winston to all the obstacles, Brett tacked him up and rode him around, over, and through everything. Brett was able to fling a plastic bag full of cans over his head, across the arena, and across Winston.
They were relaxed with each other. Brett said he felt more comfortable riding this time. They trusted each other and Brett is getting used to Winston's big gaits. Brett had a radio blaring while they rode around. They played with the flag and then walked, and trotted, over the tarp covered with cans. Winston crushed a couple of the cans and didn't even flinch.
Brett thinks Winston would make a good mounted patrol horse. Noise and stuff don't bother him and he would be very good with the public. He loves attention. The only challenge would be Winston's big gaits during formation riding. The posse rides at a jog and Winston has a forward trot -- and I don't want him to start thinking about anything except forward with energy and impulsion.
So, sorry Brett. You can't have my horse. But you can play with him as much as you want. He was in heaven being in the arena with you and all those toys.