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, April 21, 2016
Bath Day for Blessi
Blessi loves baths. The wash rack is on the opposite side of the stable from his paddock. The 4-minute walk back from the wash stall took 30 minutes. We had to stop and visit anybody who was tending to their horses. Blessi got 4 grass breaks and 3 cookies.
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