not go to the Washington State Fair this year because he got an irritated eye. He was very sensitive about anybody touching his face. He took his upper lip and made circles to push my arm away every time I approached with the eye salve--kind of like a queen motioning "Go away you peasant!" The summer was very dry in the Pacific Northwest; the forest fire ash and the dust created a lot of particulates in the air. The vet had to make a second visit but Blessi eventually recovered.
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, October 26, 2017
Poor Blessi's Eye
not go to the Washington State Fair this year because he got an irritated eye. He was very sensitive about anybody touching his face. He took his upper lip and made circles to push my arm away every time I approached with the eye salve--kind of like a queen motioning "Go away you peasant!" The summer was very dry in the Pacific Northwest; the forest fire ash and the dust created a lot of particulates in the air. The vet had to make a second visit but Blessi eventually recovered.
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