Mommy was invited to play piccolo with the Pendleton Round-Up Mounted Band (read more about its history here). It's been a few years, and she was pretty rusty, but the main thing was making sure she was actually staying mounted. ;) We all knew it wasn't a task for Arby, and we wondered how Jake would be.
So first we did a little barnyard tootling and boomboxing of Sousa music, to see what he thought. It didn't make a difference to him. He just wondered if someone brought treats.
He unloaded from the trailer that morning and seemed downright sleepy. (No medicinals involved.) Hey, we'd rather have lazy than crazy!
There were people and noises and all sorts of things that we had never encountered together before. In the background here was a gigantic 80' flag flapping in the breeze. He just marched right along, fortunately.
And bringing up the back of the band was the piccolo department (Jake and Mommy and the little bay in front of them). We stayed on, we walked nicely, we played, and we had a lot of fun. Looking forward to the Round-Up gigs in September.
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