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.
Blessi and I have been taking some dressage lessons with
a local instructor.Blessi sometimes decides
to be extra cooperative during the lesson. Whenever the instructor asks me to do a down
transition, Blessi immediately does what she suggests without me asking him to..
The instructor had to start spelling the down transition commands. We went
through the entire lesson with statements like this--"When you get to C,