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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Friday, November 17, 2017
Blessi Versus Cowboy the Pony
My grandniece MacKenzie, age 9, has never met Blessi. But she has heard enough Blessi stories to create the following chart compare Cowboy the pony, whom she has met, and Blessi.
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