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.
Pages
- 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
Friday, January 4, 2019
Blessi Tries to Make Friends with Super Kitty
Blessi loves cats. Here he is trying to make friends with barn cat
Kitty, who wanted nothing to do with him. Kitty followed Blessi and me
into the arena, crying for attention. I picked her up and put her on
Blessi's back. Kitty started kneading Blessi's back--voila happy kitty,
happy pony. Blessi took a few steps and Kitty jumped off--not
expecting her sofa to move.
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