And NO, I am no trainer , no experience whatsoever.
This put me in mind of something someone once told me, "every person that owns a horse is a trainer, whether they acknowledge it or not. There is no 'free time' with horses; every moment you spend with a horse, he is learning something. Whether it is something you
want him to be learning is up to you." That's why you can send a horse to a trainer, he can come back as good as gold, and a few weeks later be right back doing the stuff you sent him to the trainer for in the first place. He learned the trainer wouldn't put up with it, so he stopped doing it, but he figures out he can still get away with it with you.
Good luck with finding a driving trainer in your area. There are people in our area that drive (there are carriage rides in a number of places around here) but finding someone that is both local and willing has been an ongoing challenge for me . . .
My loving hubby built a cart for me a couple of years ago. Unfortunately, though he is quite talented, all he did was look at a few pictures and wing it, and there was a lot he missed. Consequently, the cart is still a work in progress. The only one of my minis that is big enough to pull that particular cart is Syd (though her parents were both registered minis, Syd, at 40", is oversized so technically not a mini). Syd's basic philosophy of life has always been "wig out first, ask questions later;" people with experience at cart training would most likely suggest getting a different horse . . . . but this is what I have to work with. All I can say is, it's been an 'interesting' journey (kind of like that Chinese curse, "may you live in 'interesting' times.")
Syd and I have done a lot of long-lining; we have done the travois and and a drag, and Syd has been good for all of that. I have rigged a swingletree to a wagon/garden cart and had her pull that, and she has helped me haul a lot of feed and hay from the driveway to the feed room. But she is still not comfortable with that pony cart; something about being between the shafts just gets to her. Last week, after a long-lining session all over the yard, I hitched her to the cart (single-handed; though Syd stood quietly for the whole process, just having her stand still for it was a major step forward). I switched from the lines to a lead rope; Syd is steadier with me beside her; I am not suicidal enough to try to drive her hitched! I led Syd down the driveway, and we were good until I tried to circle her around at the end of the drive. She felt the one shaft pressing against her shoulder in the turn and her brain just fell out. All I can say is, it's a good thing she is as small as she is, because my weight counts for quite a bit against her . . . as it was, I only got her stopped about two steps away from something that would have destroyed the cart and possibly her, too. After we'd both had a moment to catch our breath, I moved her around some more, and spent a couple of minutes pulling and pushing on the cart shafts to try to get her used to the idea that she had to step sideways to turn. Then my intrepid daughter (known as BB2K on BYC) got into the cart, and we took Syd for a walk through the neighborhood (I just don't have the space for a driving/riding ring here). Two steps up and one step back; someday, we will get this all together, and I'll have a driving pony (or a headstone; sometimes I'm not sure which will come first!)
