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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- Jules Verne & Icelandic Horse
- Icelandic Pony in William Morris' Kitchen
- Icelandic Horse Books
- Icelandic Breeding Standards
- Best of Blessi Stories
- Is this trotty, pacey or clear tolt or rack
- MCOA Hereditary Eye Defect in Silver Dapples
- Bone Spavin in the Icelandic Horse
- Laminitis
- Velkomin, Bienvenu--How to translate Blessiblog
- MtDNA Origins of the Icelandic Horse
- Icelandic Horse Twins--A Wonderful and Cautionary Tale
- Using World Fengur
Monday, November 27, 2017
Icelandic Horse Pendant from Hugrun
Pat, who is a fellow boarder at Blessi's stable, just returned from a riding holiday in Iceland. She gave me an Icelandic horse decoration. Although it is meant as a Christmas tree decoration, it looks lovely as a pendent.
I wear it frequently and get a lot of notice. Once the comment had more to do with the soup I had spilled on it. Sigh! No wonder Blessi always checks out my shirt or jacket. It must smell of such interesting food possibilities.
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