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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Sunday, May 19, 2019
Blessi and the Shovel
Why do I usually put Blessi in cross ties? So I don't spend hours cleaning up his explorations. One day I had him in a single cross tie. I turned my back for a second and he started maneuvering to grab some leftover alfalfa on the ground. He also managed to use his butt to knock the shovel off the wall, which landed on his butt. His head did go up. But then he got this look on his face as if to say "I meant to do that."
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