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.
Here's Mykisa (My knight in shining armor) that my friend Nancy brought
me from Iceland. He is the protector of my zoo of felted animals that I
have needle felted over the years. Don't worry Mykisa the tiger just
wants to be friends.
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