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, January 24, 2013
Wedding with Icelandics
What a wonderful idea. This bride and groom Sarah and Steffan in Danmark have an escort of Icelandic horses for their photo shoot. And the "horse of honor" unrolls the green carpet. And manages to pop all the bridal ballons. And somehow doing a bow and then eating grass while kneeling seems very typically Icelandic.
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