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, June 16, 2019
Blessi and the Argentinian Fry Bread
Some friends and I went to an Argentinian themed lunch. The group insisted the last piece of fry bread be saved for Blessi. Judy fed it to him as a treat after a lovely ride. Blessi thought this was the best "doughnut" ever. He was willing to bow and do other tricks to earn more.
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