Blessi did well in his first experience. The biggest problem was diving for grass. He could not understand why he could not graze when we were stopped and the herald was busy crying out the day's news--especially since the event was held on a newly harvested hay field. And after the first few announcements, Blessi knew to the word how long the speach was going to take and he walked off without aids (sometimes it is not good to have a smart horse).
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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Saturday, November 17, 2012
Blessi and the Herald
Blessi did well in his first experience. The biggest problem was diving for grass. He could not understand why he could not graze when we were stopped and the herald was busy crying out the day's news--especially since the event was held on a newly harvested hay field. And after the first few announcements, Blessi knew to the word how long the speach was going to take and he walked off without aids (sometimes it is not good to have a smart horse).
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