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, December 6, 2012
Fan Letter for Blessi
Here is the thank you note that the kids wrote after their day with Blessi. And, Nate, I haven't forgotten about that series of of books about rangers and horses that you talked about.
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