Today is a national holiday in the ol' US of A. Brego and I celebrated by participating in a small town parade in Maine. It was Brego's first parade, complete with balloons, streamers, horns and firetrucks. I am a big fan of parade safety, so I had a header with us through most of the parade. Brego did fine, but when the crowd pressed in halfway through, he got nervous. There was also some weird guy in a little mini car that kept circling behind us, getting closer and closer. We eventually asked him to move to another spot in the parade. Some people are so amazingly clueless about horses.
Anyway, Brego seemed to like the crowd and during the breaks when people approached he hammed it up as only he knows how to do, snuggling and kissing the ladies and gently nudging the tops of little boys' heads. What can I say? Brego likes his public.
Since the parade was on a paved road, and we have a show in two days, Brego was sporting his sneakers, complete with foam pads for shock dissipation. Not the most styling look in the world, but ya gotta protect those bare feet on uncertain terrain.