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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Wednesday, January 3, 2018
Art--Feeding Herring to Icelandic Horse
During a tour of the Tacoma Art Museum, my friend Lori re-titled this painting "Feeding Herring to Icelandic Horse." Unfortunately, I forgot to note the original title and name of artist.
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