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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Friday, December 6, 2019
A Buster Keaton Moment with Icelandic Horses
The lengths owners will go to stage a photo opportunity with their horses. And the lengths the Icelandic horses will go to avoid them. It is a kind of Buster Keaton movement.
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