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.
Amy, who calls Blessi, the floofy, poofy pony, rode Bless to gain her Society for Creative Anachronism authorization for riding games. I will let the pictures speak for themselves. Blessi and Amy's favorite game was "behead the bandit" or, in this case, "behead the soda bottle." The equestrian guild got a little creative in devising game equipment.