As a little girl, I always wanted a pony for Christmas. Santa never brought me a pony. So in my late 40s, I started taking horseback riding lessons. When I turned 50, I got my first horse, an Icelandic named Blessi (Veigar frá Búðardal). Little did I know how much fun life with an Icelandic was going to be. Blessi has a unique perspective on life. I hope you enjoy reading about it as much as I enjoy Blessi. And you will probably read about my cats from time to time.
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Thursday, March 1, 2012
The Great Escape
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It is pretty amazing to see the gate fasteners that horses can figure out. Yrs. ago, I boarded a part Arab gelding who learned to pull the pins out of the gate closer, and worse, he didn't just drop them right there--sometimes he actually dropped it several feet away from the gate. So my horseshoer suggested that he could drill a hole at the end of the pin just big enough that we could insert a cotter pin, so Cowboy couldn't pull it out. Guess what--he learned to take his lips and pull the cotter pin out of the hole, then remove the big pin from the gate latch--who knew that horses were so smart!
Yes, horses can be amazingly clever. Blessi has figured out how to unhook the gate fasteners that look like bicyle handles used for electric fences. He waits until the electricity is off and then grabs the opportunity.
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