Been there, done that.
Mercy used to ride in the backseat of my Jeep Cherokee - we took the seats out, padded and tarped the floor, opened the passenger side door and in she jumped like a big dog (she is 33.5").
I had a state trooper fly by me in the opposite direction on the way to a clinic and he hit his brakes hard. I kept driving and was hoping he thought his morning coffee might have been spiked with something alcoholic and that he was seeing things - after all, other than all of us, who sees little horses in cars? He then resumed doing in the same direction.
Our first service visit was our local ambulance corps' open house and there were lots of sheriffs and state troopers who were fascinated with "the little horse".
One visit made me feel like we were on the run... hot day, could not pull trailer and had cancelled this volunteer visit to a group home for mentally and physically challenged adults three times prior due to car problems. OK - don't flame me but I had both sons up front sharing the seatbelt (I know, big NO NO!) and Mercy in the backseat.
We were close by and I got lost. Driving around 30 minutes then I ask for directions in a hair salon. Ladies in there said there was a big furry dog in a car with the cutest kids... and I said - not a dog - it's a horse and I am lost. You never saw so two ladies move so fast to see Mercy and the boys (who were not behaving). The car was shaking like two people were in the back seat on date night.... :new_shocked:
Well, we made it to the group home and when we went to leave, we saw two police cars and an animal control officer. We were in a commercial district so I doubt they were looking for rabid dogs....had to "hide" Mercy behind my map and had one son duck down. When they passed us, we got out of there fast... if someone called to report a "horse", I was banking on the fact that most horses do not fit in cars.
Made it home safe, got car repaired (bad radiator) so it could pull the trailer and had a great tale to tell my grandkids someday.
I would not do this with any horse but Mercy is as bomb proof as they get and if there was food involved, she is a well-behaved lady - she knows her job.
Denise
Silversong Farm