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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Monday, June 29, 2015
Blessi the Camo Dude
One of the boarders placed her hat on Blessi's head. He thought he was quite the stylin' dude. Unfortunately the sun was very low and shining directly into the arena so the contrast is not as good as it could be.
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