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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- Postings
- 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
Saturday, November 25, 2017
The Romance is Over--Jake and Bless
Blessi lost his bond with Jake, the mule. I took Blessi
over to graze next to Jake. The mule saw Blessi coming and gave the
cutest little mule nicker. The two of them immediately put their heads
together and started grazing. Unfortunately, Jake zapped his head on
the electric fence...poor thing...and took off at a canter. Now Blessi
is "that bad horse who shoots lazers out of his eyes to hurt poor,
unsuspecting mules." Jake would not come within 20 feet of Mr. Blessi.
Photo is from when they were friends.
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