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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Saturday, September 5, 2015
Icelandics in the Tunnel
I am always amazed at how calmly Icelandics accept situations that most other horse breed balk at. Here riders and the loose horses accompanying the group ride through what the video poster calls "the scary tunnel."
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