My dressage instructor Shannon Lockwood decided to do some hill work on the trail with Blessi. So before hitting the trail, she rode him over to the apple tree, selected an apple, and rode off for the trail munching on the fresh picked fruit. Don't worry Blessi got his own apple after the trail ride plus some plums and, let's not forget, rye bread.
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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Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Blessi and Shannon Pick Apples
My dressage instructor Shannon Lockwood decided to do some hill work on the trail with Blessi. So before hitting the trail, she rode him over to the apple tree, selected an apple, and rode off for the trail munching on the fresh picked fruit. Don't worry Blessi got his own apple after the trail ride plus some plums and, let's not forget, rye bread.
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