<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912</id><updated>2012-02-02T12:40:27.273Z</updated><category term='Country Park.'/><category term='Gotcha Day'/><category term='bridle'/><category term='big triangle ride'/><category term='Making a bridle'/><title type='text'>A day in the life of.....</title><subtitle type='html'>I am an 18 yr old Dales mare called Zoe. This is my life......</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1399</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-5887080199232460083</id><published>2012-02-02T10:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-02-02T11:00:02.426Z</updated><title type='text'>The Oscars</title><content type='html'>Just as human got to the village today it started with the white stuff. That's ok. I am a horse not a human and I have my very impressive winter fluff. But I know human soooooooo well. &lt;br /&gt;She brought me my breakfast. The ground and grass was all frozen and I made sure I stood by the gate looking sorry for myself. I ate my brekky meagre though it is, it's still yummy then went back to the gate and looked sad. I was trying for my best "I'm starving feed me" look. The fact that the best shelter is by my gate is irrelevant haha. &lt;br /&gt;Human gave me a scratch laughed at the white stuff landing on me and went off to de-ice the trough. Oh dear big fail. I thought I would keep it going a bit longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wbS9r4oUTQU/Typh4RW7BQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/2gorsYlNWNA/s1600/DSC00974.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wbS9r4oUTQU/Typh4RW7BQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/2gorsYlNWNA/s320/DSC00974.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Oh yes.......sucker.....she caved in and gave me some hay. Hurrah I is the best actress. I should get an oscar for my acting skills. Oh yes. And the award for best hungry look goes to...........ZOE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;She went off to clean the field came back gave me some more scritches and went off home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QsUZPwsJ_as/TyphzwpYzEI/AAAAAAAAAYY/LolqFzYgYS0/s1600/DSC00972.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QsUZPwsJ_as/TyphzwpYzEI/AAAAAAAAAYY/LolqFzYgYS0/s320/DSC00972.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Now let me show you just how much food I get A DAY. Yep that tiddly little bag contains the total amount of feed human brings me. The lighter bit at the bottom of the bag is the vits.&amp;nbsp; I don't even get any hay unless I am in my room. Although that is a work in progress as today has proved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Now everyone knows that in the winter horses lose weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Everyone knows that in the winter the grass has no nutrition in it and we only need it to keep our gut moving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Everyone knows that in the winter horses who are out naked 24/7 need lots of calories to keep warm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how come human keeps insisting I am GAINING weight on this starvation diet? It's not me that is gaining weight sweetie you just don't know how to use that tape thing. You keep going on about how big my tummy is.&amp;nbsp;Just remember&amp;nbsp;I have had so many foals. Look at yours and you have only had 3 foals.&amp;nbsp;So give up on that "you have gained weight" excuse for starving me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-5887080199232460083?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/5887080199232460083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=5887080199232460083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/5887080199232460083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/5887080199232460083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/02/oscars.html' title='The Oscars'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wbS9r4oUTQU/Typh4RW7BQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/2gorsYlNWNA/s72-c/DSC00974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-230506135920483034</id><published>2012-02-01T15:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T15:46:41.174Z</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye January</title><content type='html'>Yes it really is February already. Human has finally put her phone number on the gate as several times recently dog walkers have needed to contact someone about some horse matter or other. It's quite nice, even has a photo of me next to the number.&lt;br /&gt;It was blooming cold this morning. I was looking super as the ice queen again with my dusting of icey stuff. Human cleared the ice of the water trough, went and cleared the ice of Rosies bucket, in the time it took to clear the bucket the ice had reformed on my trough. Amazing. However it wasn't long before the sun came out and melted the frost on the grass (and me).&lt;br /&gt;Human had my breakfast with her again today. Haha she forgot the vits. All I had was munch minus vits. Big dope. Yum. &lt;br /&gt;Human did the usual jobs then set about clearing up all the branches she has been chopping off in the last week or so from the floor. It's looking much tidier according to human. All I see is my nice scritching places gone. &lt;br /&gt;A quick cuddle and a mint or two and off she went on her merry way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-230506135920483034?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/230506135920483034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=230506135920483034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/230506135920483034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/230506135920483034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/02/goodbye-january.html' title='Goodbye January'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-9132811932800553429</id><published>2012-01-31T12:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-31T12:32:16.556Z</updated><title type='text'>Help I am melting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qp2oPlYl7Y8/TyffHRCyLcI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_8XLjNhAbvI/s1600/DSC00971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qp2oPlYl7Y8/TyffHRCyLcI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_8XLjNhAbvI/s320/DSC00971.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning human came to the field minus breakfast. Uh oh that means work I thought. The water wasn't frozen today. Still cold though. Human wrapped up like an onion again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Human&amp;nbsp;did the normal cleaning and stuff. Faffed about with the trick fence gate. Then went through to Rosie. How rude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;She took Rosies rug off. Poor Rose having to run in the field in her underwear. Very nice red fleecy underwear I might add. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Back to me and on with my headcollar. Walked out my the field and towards the yard to the distant strains of Rosie shouting and the thunder of her hooflets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We walked the long way round the village. On the yard human decided to take the mud off that I had spent ages carefully placing all over me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KFR2EHWUs44/TyfexdcTExI/AAAAAAAAAYI/8jfwl1oXqi8/s1600/DSC00969.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KFR2EHWUs44/TyfexdcTExI/AAAAAAAAAYI/8jfwl1oXqi8/s320/DSC00969.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My fluff started coming out......eeeek. I am melting. I think it's a bit silly to start melting just now it's rather cold out there. I do hope I don't get my lovely shiney summer coat until it warms up a bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Human measured me with that tape thing again. She still can't do it right, she must be catching her fingers under the tape, I can't possibly weigh that much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Breakfast was served. Yum. Human and I shared a banana again this morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Off back to the field. Only this time we went the long way round the village again. We didn't turn into my gate but carried on down the bridlepath. Rosie was charging up and down. Looking stunning as always even in her red underwear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We turned at the bench and stopped to have a chat to a dog walker with a lovely well behaved black lab. I like well behaved woofies. I don't like it when they chase me though. This one didn't. She just wanted to sniff me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Back to my field and away I go. Human went to put Rosies rug back on. I got a mint when human had finished faffing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;She spent some more time doing some chopping. She will finish that side tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;Oh no it's started snowing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-9132811932800553429?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/9132811932800553429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=9132811932800553429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/9132811932800553429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/9132811932800553429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/help-i-am-melting.html' title='Help I am melting'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qp2oPlYl7Y8/TyffHRCyLcI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_8XLjNhAbvI/s72-c/DSC00971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-6184452629432228925</id><published>2012-01-30T09:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-30T09:49:48.681Z</updated><title type='text'>Promises kept</title><content type='html'>As promised I got today off. Human arrived early breakfast in hand.&amp;nbsp;Sorted out the slight ice topping on our water. Cleaned my field. Checked Rosie was all warm and snuggly. &lt;br /&gt;While she was cleaning my field we heard the thunder of hooves and lots of calling going on. Sophie was all upset about something. I think she couldn't see Robbie. Since her lovely friend Solar passed away a week ago she has become&amp;nbsp;friends with&amp;nbsp;Robbie although they are not in the same fields. Human went over just to see if there was anything obvious bothering her. There wasn't. So she alerted Sophies human just to let her know. I have never ever heard Sophie before, just seen her in the distance. &lt;br /&gt;That was it. A few snuggles and off she went. &lt;br /&gt;It was funny though. The weather forecast had said it was going to be very very cold. So human was wrapped up like an arctic explorer. It wasn't as cold as predicted and she was sweating buckets under all those layers. They soon started coming off. She was like an onion layer upon layer being peeled off. Unlike me I have wonderful winter fluff that I can fluff up to trap the air if it's colder or flatten it down if it's warmer. Self regulating warmth is the way to go. Humans have no winter fluff so have to wear layers ALL YEAR! How silly is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-6184452629432228925?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/6184452629432228925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=6184452629432228925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/6184452629432228925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/6184452629432228925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/promises-kept.html' title='Promises kept'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-8350903330986918134</id><published>2012-01-29T16:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T16:43:58.427Z</updated><title type='text'>So tired</title><content type='html'>Human was here early again this morning. Odd she had Rosie's headcollar with her as well as mine. Human dropped them on the floor and went off to clean my field.&lt;br /&gt;She got stopped by a dog walker, the lady with the two choccy labs. Rosie had been tangled up in her rug. The lovely dog walker had made her dogs down and stay while she attempted to sort Rose out. The dog walker knows nothing about horses so didn't want to do any straps up or anything. Rosie just sweetly stood quietly and let the dog walker sort her out. I swear Rosie goes looking for things to cause problems. &lt;br /&gt;Frankie's human turned up just as human finished cleaning up. She went and got Rose and we both came in together. We went in our rooms. Frank was already in his. Brack had refused to come in at all preferring to stay out and eat grass. Sensisble boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human got me dressed for riding and we only went out on our own. Human wasn't rigid or tense&amp;nbsp;today nor did she have that death grip on the reins she had yesterday. We only went round the village and back. It was nice to see some glimmer of the old relaxed human on board. &lt;br /&gt;I went back in my room, odd though I didn't get undressed. Just had my reins tied up. All became clear. Rosie's human came to get me. Frank and Rob were ready with their humans and we all set off together. &lt;br /&gt;Now I have had my shoes off. I found it quite hard work. A combination of nasty stones and being unfit (we won't mention the extra weight I am carrying). I came back all sweaty. I found it very hard going especially on the way home. &lt;br /&gt;Human waited with Rose on the yard until we all got back. She gave me some fresh hay and my rather late breakfast with a carrot in it. Yum. I got my lovely fleece on that helps me dry off. Human only threw a towel over my neck. I looked like I had been in a sauna. Luckily I she didn't take any photos of me looking really silly. &lt;br /&gt;When I had dried off Rose and I went back to the field to practice our synchronised rolling routine. I think we are getting better, more co-ordinated. &lt;br /&gt;Human says I can have tomorrow off. I need it after today. I am so tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-8350903330986918134?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/8350903330986918134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=8350903330986918134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/8350903330986918134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/8350903330986918134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-tired.html' title='So tired'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-1320780916648981642</id><published>2012-01-28T15:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-28T15:18:54.811Z</updated><title type='text'>No words needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fghTzVE33fs/TyQRYq5GnHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/gNlgI-GlQGI/s1600/ride1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fghTzVE33fs/TyQRYq5GnHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/gNlgI-GlQGI/s400/ride1.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwR9ilrcFIQ/TyQRSE40gVI/AAAAAAAAAX4/eGjBMR_owwA/s1600/ride.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwR9ilrcFIQ/TyQRSE40gVI/AAAAAAAAAX4/eGjBMR_owwA/s400/ride.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-1320780916648981642?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/1320780916648981642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=1320780916648981642' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/1320780916648981642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/1320780916648981642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-words-needed.html' title='No words needed'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fghTzVE33fs/TyQRYq5GnHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/gNlgI-GlQGI/s72-c/ride1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-7522337381024224746</id><published>2012-01-27T17:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-27T17:33:45.726Z</updated><title type='text'>Lazy human AGAIN</title><content type='html'>Human was here early again this morning. She had to bring a&amp;nbsp;charged up&amp;nbsp;battery with her for&amp;nbsp;fencing (not mine). It's really heavy so she put it in one of those tartan shopping&amp;nbsp;trolleys on wheels that the old ladies use as she still has to come on one of those bus things. She said she was pleased it was dark so no one could see her. It's ok human your secret is safe with me hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cleaned my field and set about a bit more chopping. She has almost done the top side of the field. There isn't any at all down one long side and only a bit down the other long side. Lots down the bottom end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had my headcollar and the gate keys with her so I assumed we were going out. So I stood waiting patiently by the gate. Only lazy old thing decided to go home instead. &lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow is the day we have both been waiting for. There were times we both thought it would never come. But it has. Hurrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the dog walkers with the cute scottie dog came over to talk to human. She was the one who was all worried about Rosie the other day. Human says she is going to put her phone number on the gate as a few times people have needed to get in touch with her and couldn't. They just go to the man in the village who is a focal point for all things but would be quicker to contact human directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly Rosie got herself caught up in the fencing today. Daft old thing. She isn't hurt luckily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-7522337381024224746?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/7522337381024224746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=7522337381024224746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7522337381024224746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7522337381024224746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/lazy-human-again.html' title='Lazy human AGAIN'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-3119397995814571588</id><published>2012-01-26T11:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-26T11:55:04.286Z</updated><title type='text'>So embarrassing</title><content type='html'>Human was early again this morning. She brought my breakfast and I had a nice munch while she did her jobs. &lt;br /&gt;We spent ages together in the field. She finished putting up the trick fencing so now my field is tricked all the way round the whole thing. Meanie.&lt;br /&gt;Human cleaned my field and then went off to do some more chopping of the nice branches I can scratch on. She pulled a few of those nasty plants out. Been a busy bee today hasn't she. &lt;br /&gt;Then she called me over. I was at the bottom of the field human at the top. You know how lazy humans are so it was up to me to walk up to her. She did have some of those lovely mints the Stallion brings me in her pocket. Yum. &lt;br /&gt;I thought I wasn't going to have to do anything today as my breakfast had been brought to me in the field. I was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;I got my headcollar and lead rope on and off we set down the bridleway like a giant pooch. Soooooo embarrassing. Luckily we only met two dog walkers today. Phew. &lt;br /&gt;We didn't go far just down to the bench. It was really slippy going down the hill. Humans have such poor grip. My human was slipping and sliding all over the place. Luckily she had me to keep her upright. &lt;br /&gt;Rosie was rather vocal but not for long. She could see us from the bottom of her field. On the way back we could see her stood there watching every move we made. She did shout "hello" as I came back through the gate. We greeted each other then flew off down the field. &lt;br /&gt;Human went off to check if the tap was leaking. It wasn't. Well done the Stallion for repairing it. He is a clever soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-3119397995814571588?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/3119397995814571588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=3119397995814571588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/3119397995814571588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/3119397995814571588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-embarrassing.html' title='So embarrassing'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-6232662823379014338</id><published>2012-01-25T18:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-25T18:39:23.612Z</updated><title type='text'>Human update</title><content type='html'>Human went to her dr today. Great news from last brain scan. Hurrah can't wait for Saturday. Human is going to let me take her for a little plod. She is still not allowed to drive for now but can cope with that bit. &lt;br /&gt;She is so excited. It's been 10 weeks since I had her on board. It seems like much longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-6232662823379014338?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/6232662823379014338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=6232662823379014338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/6232662823379014338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/6232662823379014338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/human-update.html' title='Human update'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-6021974431352665412</id><published>2012-01-25T13:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-25T13:10:00.679Z</updated><title type='text'>Chop Chop</title><content type='html'>Human came into my field with headcollar and keys but no breakfast. I know what that means.......work. I thought Ann was coming for me to give her a workout but she never turned up. Typical of humans few like working out. My human doesn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human&amp;nbsp;had some strange things like giant scissors with her. Straight away she set about chopping down bits of trees and hedge. The bits I like to rub my itchy bits on. Clearly not satisfied with trick fencing all the way round she has to remove any bits that I might still be able to reach. She only did a little section. It's going to take her ages. &lt;br /&gt;Next on her list of jobs was clean my field. She thought about going home after cleaning but decided for a change not to be so lazy. &lt;br /&gt;I walked nicely down to the yard and into my room for a bite of breakfast and a munch of hay. Yum. &lt;br /&gt;Frank and Bracks human turned up and the humans stopped for a drink and a chat. &lt;br /&gt;After a quick brush to get all the carefully placed mud off I got my headcollar on. We went in the school for a wee run around. YeeHaa. It was fun. &lt;br /&gt;Back in my room to cool down and dry off with my fleecy fluff drier on. I love my fleece. It's so cosy. &lt;br /&gt;Back to my field for a bit of synchronised rolling with Rose. Human did some more chopping while she waited to go get her bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she left the field she got stopped by a man in the village. Seems a dog walker had been walking through my field and was concerned by Rosie running up and down. Nice that they were concerned enough to tell someone. Human assured the village man it was just Rosie getting her knickers in a twist because I had left her. She really is a silly girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-6021974431352665412?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/6021974431352665412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=6021974431352665412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/6021974431352665412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/6021974431352665412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/chop-chop.html' title='Chop Chop'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-2377602594325860371</id><published>2012-01-24T19:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-24T19:38:44.821Z</updated><title type='text'>Surprise outing</title><content type='html'>Human&amp;nbsp;turned up saying it's raining cats and dogs. I only saw rain water coming down myself. I dread to think what she has had on her breakfast if she is seeing wee animals falling out of the&amp;nbsp;sky.&lt;br /&gt;Human had my breakfast with her so I ate that while cleaned my field. A quick fuss and off she went. So quick. Hmmm so wonder what happened to the promise of doing lots more? Seems&amp;nbsp;she is&amp;nbsp;back to being a lazy human again. I won't build up my fitness levels and muscles doing nothing in the field you know human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well what a surprise. NRH and another human turned up with my headcollar. I was taken to the yard. What is going on? They got me dressed for riding, Bracks was there getting dressed as well. I only got to take NRH's friend and Brack took NRH out for a ride. Bracks was in front. He needed to make himself feel all important and special as lead pony. I don't mind. I showed NRH's friend my turbo trot. I know she was impressed. It's so nice to get out and about. Hooves crossed she comes again soon so I can take her out again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-2377602594325860371?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/2377602594325860371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=2377602594325860371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/2377602594325860371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/2377602594325860371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/surprise-outing.html' title='Surprise outing'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-6634727280583942933</id><published>2012-01-23T11:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-23T12:02:50.104Z</updated><title type='text'>Spot the Zoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SOQFqyZNmvI/Tx1E2GGqg5I/AAAAAAAAAXY/orkZErTkESw/s1600/DSC00963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SOQFqyZNmvI/Tx1E2GGqg5I/AAAAAAAAAXY/orkZErTkESw/s320/DSC00963.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can you see me? I merge with the hedges. Clever camoflage huh? I like hiding from human. It's such fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning human was on her way to my field walking through the village when she met a dog walker who told her two horses were out in the farmers field that isn't enclosed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So human drops my breakfast off in my field and goes in search of the escaped horses. Boys of course. Two of the poncey warmbloods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6vBEQ0r4yE/Tx1FCnxpBZI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Zzn243-UR-A/s1600/DSC00961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z6vBEQ0r4yE/Tx1FCnxpBZI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Zzn243-UR-A/s320/DSC00961.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;They wouldn't let her get anywhere near them So she rang for help from another human&amp;nbsp; and just kept watch keeping them in the farmers field. They made a couple of bids for freedom. If they got back on the bridlepath they could have got anywhere. Humans have no chance of keeping up with a running horse, could have been so dangerous for them. Although chances are they would have just gone to the next patch of yummy grass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Eventually they calmed down with the aid of a couple of MY mints and one let her put my headcollar on him and the lead rope round the other ones neck. Then they waited for another human who was bringing headcollars, lead ropesand buckets of food. They did stand really nicely for my human until help arrived. The smell of MY remaining mints in her pocket probably had something to do with it. Human only gave my last mints to them for being good boys. They weren't blooming good. If they had been good they wouldn't have been out of their field would they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;They got returned to their field with some breakfast to keep them happy for a bit. Naughty boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Human came back to my field and cleaned it for me. I had eaten my breakfast by then. She had no mints left as the boys had eaten them all.&amp;nbsp;Totally unacceptable in my opinion&amp;nbsp;to give ALL my mints away to boys too stupid to realise how dangerous it is out there. &lt;br /&gt;We had planned on going out for a walk but my headcollar had gone with the boys. Lazy old human couldn't be bothered to go fetch it and come back. So I get a day off. I am not complaining though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-6634727280583942933?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/6634727280583942933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=6634727280583942933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/6634727280583942933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/6634727280583942933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/spot-zoe.html' title='Spot the Zoe'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SOQFqyZNmvI/Tx1E2GGqg5I/AAAAAAAAAXY/orkZErTkESw/s72-c/DSC00963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-817701494279590401</id><published>2012-01-22T16:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-22T16:26:33.806Z</updated><title type='text'>So rude</title><content type='html'>Human was early today. She took a while to clean my field. Serves her right for being so lazy yesterday. I have no sympathy with her. &lt;br /&gt;I came in only today human actually bothered to see to my hooflets. I got brushed today as well. Now I at least look like someone cares about me. &lt;br /&gt;I was a little shocked to see Norm the lovely lovely saddler man (&lt;a href="http://www.equinebowensouthafrica.com/"&gt;http://www.equinebowensouthafrica.com/&lt;/a&gt;) on&amp;nbsp;the yard. He was there to sort out Rosies saddle. Then he went to take a look at Brack and Frank. Finally he asked to see me. I don't need my saddle sorting it's barely been used since I he was last here but he came to visit anyway. He was soooooooo rude. He said I have gained loads of weight. Rude, rude, rude. &lt;br /&gt;I might forgive him a bit as he put his lovely healing hands on me, I felt myself starting to nod off. It does feel so very nice. &lt;br /&gt;The good news is my saddle still fits ok, doesn't need anything doing to it. Human used that nasty tape thing and says I have gained loads. Dare I tell you how much I weigh? Oh go on then it's only nice humans who read my ponderings isn't it? 451kg. In oct just going into winter I was 411kg. Oops. It's winter. Everyone knows horses lose weight in winter. I think human is getting her fingers caught in the tape or reading it wrong or something. Goodness knows why I am supposed to have gained when I am being starved. I don't even get any hay in my field, only grass and that meagre bit of breakfast. The company says I should have 1kg of dried stuff soaked a day. Human gives me just 100gms. She says I only get that to put a vit supplement in. So you can see I am being starved can't you? &lt;br /&gt;Since August I have got through just 9 bales of hay. To give you a comparison Nugs human gives Nugs and Indy about 30 bales A MONTH between them. &lt;br /&gt;After he had gone I had a wee munch and a rest in my room before going out with Rosie to our field.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-817701494279590401?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/817701494279590401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=817701494279590401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/817701494279590401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/817701494279590401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-rude.html' title='So rude'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-3030622103687542702</id><published>2012-01-21T18:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-21T18:26:10.783Z</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight Solar Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f164/auntyfred/Hacking/DSCF0156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f164/auntyfred/Hacking/DSCF0156.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A sad sad day today. Human and NRH turned up to bring us both in. Sadly not for a massage today. I went in my room. No hay and no breakfast. Then human disappeared. I waited and waited and waited but no human.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually she came back all sad. The lovely Solar Eclipse had gone down in her field and couldn't no matter how hard she tried get back up again. It was cold and wet and horrid. She was just too old and too tired. The humans stayed with her talking their nonsense like they do and stroking her until her human and the vet arrived. The vet put her to sleep. All very peaceful and with her own human at her side. Goodnight old girl we will all miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Human gave me extra cuddles when she got back. I then got my breakfast and some yummy hay. Frank and Bracks took humans out for a ride across the road. I stayed in my room. Human went in the school and cleared some of the weeds out. She coudn't go and clean my field because at this point the vet still hadn't arrived and someone needed to be there to take the vet to Solars field. &lt;br /&gt;When the boys got back they went in their rooms as well. The humans went off to see some horses show jumping and were gone for ages. I thought we were all there for the night.&lt;br /&gt;No the human came back and took us back to our fields. My field still hasn't been cleaned. Disgusting behaviour from the human. Honestly I have been so neglected today.&amp;nbsp; Human forgot to pick out my hooflets, didn't even brush the mud off me. I look a right mess. I was so embarrassed to walk through the village looking like that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tomorrow human will not neglect me quite as much. I need a good grooming. She really needs to get herself sorted. This just isn't on. I mean you don't keep a human and brush yourself do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-3030622103687542702?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/3030622103687542702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=3030622103687542702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/3030622103687542702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/3030622103687542702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/goodnight-solar-eclipse.html' title='Goodnight Solar Eclipse'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f164/auntyfred/Hacking/th_DSCF0156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-45817288206703891</id><published>2012-01-20T12:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-20T13:01:02.054Z</updated><title type='text'>Day at the spa</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful day I have had. Human and NRH turned up and brought Rosie and I straight in. Nice I thought. I had wonderful yummy breakfast in my room not that nasty stuff I had yesterday. Yes it was still sitting there in the bowl in my field. She made me some nice fresh yummy stuff. Human thought yet again she would try and trick me into eating the yukky hay and mixed it&amp;nbsp;all in&amp;nbsp;with my timothy. Hah as if I would be fooled like that. I carefully and delicately sorted it all out and dumped it in my water bucket. Maybe now she will get the message. &lt;br /&gt;I had my jammies on as I was all wet and soggy from the rain and settled down to a nice relaxing time. Just a shame annoying Bracks was in his room. I pulled some faces at him but he still annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The massage lady arrived. Rosie was first. She loved it. NRH has been told she can start riding Rosie again. Hurrah for Rosie. &lt;br /&gt;Then it was my turn. She came in my room and introduced herself. Asked human lots of questions about me. Oh my gooooooodness it was h.e.a.v.e.n.l.y. She said I am very flexible, have no pains or stiff bits and have the joints (as well as the looks obviously) of a much younger girl. All too soon it was over. &lt;br /&gt;Next out to Tom the hoofy man. He said my hooflets are looking good and didn't need anything doing to them. &lt;br /&gt;Human had to take me pretty much straight back to my field. We went through the gate and human took my headcollar off. She was just turning to go when she saw me nip through the gate the other side. Haha silly NRH had left it open so I was off to munch on RnR's grass that they are not using. I let her run round the field a bit trying to catch me, she has no chance does she? Then I kindly went back to my own field. &lt;br /&gt;Human had to dash off. She has to take one of the 4 legged rat catchers to the vet it's very poorly. Get well soon rat catcher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-45817288206703891?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/45817288206703891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=45817288206703891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/45817288206703891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/45817288206703891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-at-spa.html' title='Day at the spa'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-1584902545409112144</id><published>2012-01-19T14:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-19T14:56:59.951Z</updated><title type='text'>Been Tricked</title><content type='html'>I have found out what those new posts are for. That rotten human has fenced most of the way round my field. So now I have nowhere at all I can rub my itchy&amp;nbsp; bits. How mean is that? &lt;br /&gt;She brought me more minging breakfast again today. What is she trying to do to me? I left it after a nibble. She even put some mints in it to see if that would tempt me but no. I just ate the mints and left the yukky stuff. &lt;br /&gt;The good news is I had a day off today. So just watched human and her mean trick while I munched the grass. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow human has said I am getting a massage. Nice thanks human but can I have some nice breakfast please like I had yesterday? She claims it's exactly the same she is giving me everyday. I can assure you it's not. &lt;br /&gt;Off she went for a cuppa with NRH. Leaving the breakfast bowl in my field. It will still be there with breakfast in it in the morning. I am not touching it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-1584902545409112144?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/1584902545409112144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=1584902545409112144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/1584902545409112144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/1584902545409112144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/been-tricked.html' title='Been Tricked'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-8246985648453534847</id><published>2012-01-18T10:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-18T10:48:46.394Z</updated><title type='text'>Synchronised Rolling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I took a leaf out of Frankies book and hid from human this morning. It was so funny hearing the panic starting to come into her voice until I popped out of my hiding place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I came in with human to my room the long way, we walked right round the village. Good choice not likey to meet many dog walkers that way although did meet one very very well behaved collie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Into my room where human had tried to trick me. She had hidden my lovely yummy timothy hay underneath what was left of that horrid hay. Haha you can't fool me that easily human. I have a nose for these things. In disgust I threw the manky hay out the way and tucked in to the yummy stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Human appeared at the door with my bridle in her hand. Uh oh this looks like work. We just went in the school and I did some running round in circles for her. I don't think she was taking any notice of me as she seemed to spend most of her time texting on her phone. That is just rude human. Where's your manners? Huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Back into my room for some breakfast and some more hay. I shared a banana with human. She ate the middle, I ate the skin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7309b714c742b731" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7309b714c742b731%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330348929%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D9DEAC5379C7C7BCB598F8A888DA534CB19EA26F.3EFB7C2B3A0C8C8565C89FA617A369CAF114F715%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7309b714c742b731%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjZSJuA2uWSf1zoQWSbW2AoPhbWo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7309b714c742b731%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330348929%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D9DEAC5379C7C7BCB598F8A888DA534CB19EA26F.3EFB7C2B3A0C8C8565C89FA617A369CAF114F715%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7309b714c742b731%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjZSJuA2uWSf1zoQWSbW2AoPhbWo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;On with my headcollar and back out to the field where Rosie was waiting for me. Rosie and I are aiming to make synchronised rolling&amp;nbsp;the new olympic sport. We did some practising today. What do you think? We got in time perfectly at one point. Need to work on that I think. We did our rolling then flew down the field. I am feeling sooooooooooooo g.o.o.d. &lt;/div&gt;Human says one of NRH's friends might be coming to take me out with NRH and Bracks. That will be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-8246985648453534847?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/8246985648453534847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=8246985648453534847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/8246985648453534847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/8246985648453534847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/synchronised-rolling.html' title='Synchronised Rolling'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-178880986804366084</id><published>2012-01-17T12:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-17T12:23:36.856Z</updated><title type='text'>17th January</title><content type='html'>Human was down in the dark again this morning. She had my breakfast with her and very very yummy it was too. I licked the bowl clean while she cleared the trough (and Rosies bucket) of ice. Then she left me in peace while she went off to clean the field. &lt;br /&gt;Now usually when she brings me breakfast in the field that is it. Only not today. She decided we can go for a walk again. I was really embarrassed as all the dog walkers were out and lots of comments about how big a dog I am. Oh very funny I don't think. Today we went out the bottom gate and all the way to the end of the bridlepath. All of a sudden I heard something. I stood stock still and sure enough that bloomin' irish wolf hound came bounding through the hedge. Took one look at me and ran back to it's owner. Stupid or perhaps sensible dog. &lt;br /&gt;On the way home we met soooooooo many dogs. Everyone put them on leads....very wise. I got lots of fuss of the humans which was nice. Soon we were going back through the bottom gate. Only human didn't take my headcollar off but asked me to walk up to the top gate before removing it. Odd I thought. I turned round when she went out the gate to go back to my grass and Rosie when human called me over. She only had a swede for me to say thankyou for being such a good girl. Nice. I like all veggy-bols but swedes are one of my favourites. &lt;br /&gt;Off went human on her merry way to check on the boys. I do quite like this going for walks but just wish I looked a bit less like an overgrown hound on a lead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-178880986804366084?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/178880986804366084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=178880986804366084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/178880986804366084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/178880986804366084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/17th-january.html' title='17th January'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-958412668088758038</id><published>2012-01-16T11:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-16T11:51:08.039Z</updated><title type='text'>I am the Ice Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QU3A4XDHPeQ/TxQK3fPcCAI/AAAAAAAAAXI/l1UKtki-qPY/s1600/icequeen2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QU3A4XDHPeQ/TxQK3fPcCAI/AAAAAAAAAXI/l1UKtki-qPY/s320/icequeen2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am the Ice Queen. When human arrived this morning I had icicles on my whiskers and looked like I had been dusted with icing sugar. Impressed with my winter fluff insulation aren't you? I was nice and warm, human just had to check though. She really needs to trust that I know what I am doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0cVwtZO0PZU/TxQK83BrzfI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dcujua9Zba4/s1600/icequeen1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0cVwtZO0PZU/TxQK83BrzfI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/dcujua9Zba4/s320/icequeen1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She broke the ice on the water trough and Rosie's water bucket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My breakfast bowl from yesterday with that minging stuff in it was still in my field, Frozen now of course. Human and I set off to the yard, human bringing the breakfast bowl with her. She had better be planning to give me some decent food today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We met up with Frank and his human on the road and walked in together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yum some hay and hurrah human got me fresh breakfast to eat in my room. It was nice stuff today so I tucked in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;She then brought me some more hay. Oh what's she up to now. This isn't the nice timothy hay I have been having. I grabbed a mouthful. Yuk. What is it with human, is she trying to poison me or something. I didn't bother finishing. Human kept telling me it smells nice and looks nice. Ok then YOU eat it human. Only then did she tell me none of the other horses will eat it either. See I told you it wasn't nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Frankie got dressed to take his human out for a wee ride. Human put my headcollar on and took me out for a walk. What does she think I am, a giant dog or something? We walked round the village and down the bridlepath as far as the bench. Rosie was going mental in the field. We could hear her galloping up and down, the sound of her hooves was like thunder. Boy can she move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Back up to my room still just that horrid hay to eat. Human had a drink then I went back out to my room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The trough and Rosies water had frozen over again. So human broke it again and fished all the ice out as well this time. Checked that Rosie wasn't all sweaty under her rugs. She wasn't. She was calm as anything once I arrived back. She really is a silly girl. The sun was shining the frost on the grass looked like diamonds twinkling away when the light caught them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A quick clean of my field. and human was off to catch the bus to her human stable. She claims we are going to do something together most days from now on. Yeah yeah yeah. What-e.v.e.r.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-958412668088758038?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/958412668088758038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=958412668088758038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/958412668088758038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/958412668088758038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-am-ice-queen.html' title='I am the Ice Queen'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QU3A4XDHPeQ/TxQK3fPcCAI/AAAAAAAAAXI/l1UKtki-qPY/s72-c/icequeen2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-7385262862706106949</id><published>2012-01-15T18:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-15T18:03:45.487Z</updated><title type='text'>15th January</title><content type='html'>Human came with the Stallion again. He had come back to finish fixing. He fixed, human cleaned. &lt;br /&gt;she brought me my breakfast with a huge carrot in it. Yum I thought. Only it wasn't. It was horrid. No idea what she has done to the damn stuff. My breakfast was all over my carrot so I didn't want that either. I sauntered off to munch on some clean fresh yummy grass leaving human all worried and panicking that there was something wrong with me. Nothing wrong with me human it's what you are giving me to eat. Whatever did you put in it? &lt;br /&gt;The Stallion came over to say hi when he had finished his fixing. Human and Stallion called me so I sauntered up to meet them. They clearly were being very lazy and not going to come to me. &lt;br /&gt;The Stallion had mints.....yum yum. Better than that old breakfast bowl that was still sitting there. I had another sniff but no didn't smell any better. Human went over to fuss Rosie. I wasn't having that. That's MY human. So I came over to them and pulled faces at Rosie. Human gave me a mint so obviously the right thing for me to have done.&lt;br /&gt;Off they went on their merry way. I do hope the Stallion comes back again next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-7385262862706106949?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/7385262862706106949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=7385262862706106949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7385262862706106949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7385262862706106949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/15th-january.html' title='15th January'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-4262775232843610519</id><published>2012-01-14T18:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-14T18:29:45.110Z</updated><title type='text'>14th January</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYyD1x6AJGA/TxHHhDKimfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/MNBFk11U8Mg/s1600/2012-01-14+-+BRADMORE-10971.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYyD1x6AJGA/TxHHhDKimfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/MNBFk11U8Mg/s400/2012-01-14+-+BRADMORE-10971.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was really cold last night. I was nice and snug with my own winter fluff. &lt;br /&gt;Human was really really late today. She came with the Stallion. It had warmed up a bit by then. Humans don't like the cold. They don't have winter fluff like we do. &lt;br /&gt;The Stallion had come to fix the water tap which has been leaking into Robbie and (big) Rosie's field making the gateway all muddy. &lt;br /&gt;They didn't stay too long. Just long enough to give me my breakfast or should that&amp;nbsp; be lunch. Then human cleaned my field while the Stallion fixed. I am no longer following human round the field. I have (new) Rosie for company and feel much much happier. It's the way things should be. Not leaving me on my own in a field. I know it couldn't be helped but I still didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;I am a little sad. Robbie, (big) Rosie, Frank and Bracken all went out together on a long ride round the country park. I would so like to have gone with them like we used to. It's fun going out all of us together. confusing having two girls called Rosie living here. Wouldn't get them confused if you saw them, the look very different. I will have to get some photos of them and show you.&lt;br /&gt;The Stallion took lots of photos today, none of me though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-4262775232843610519?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/4262775232843610519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=4262775232843610519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/4262775232843610519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/4262775232843610519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/14th-january.html' title='14th January'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eYyD1x6AJGA/TxHHhDKimfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/MNBFk11U8Mg/s72-c/2012-01-14+-+BRADMORE-10971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-7386716559689900633</id><published>2012-01-13T20:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T20:20:13.853Z</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>According to human any Friday which is also the 13th of the month is supposed to be unlucky. Something bad is likely to happen. &lt;br /&gt;What utter nonsense. Just not true. I have had a lovely day. &lt;br /&gt;Human came to the field with no breakfast bowl which means one thing....I am going to the yard to spend some time with human. Which I did once she had cleaned my field. &lt;br /&gt;I had just settled down to munch when Frank and Brack came in. Was nice to have friends to chat with. Then oh dear Rosie came in. Only she went in Eol's stable because her and Frank don't like each other and their rooms are next to each other. &lt;br /&gt;Rosie was a bit stressed but a slice of Franks hay calmed her down. She doesn't like her own hay for some strange reason. I don't think Frank was impressed at his human giving away his hay. Brack had some of Rosies hay and tucked in with gusto. She just has the fancies. &lt;br /&gt;Frank and Brack got dressed and took Franks human and NRH out for a wee plod. Human got me dressed for long reining but we waited until the boys were back as Rosie gets her knickers in a twist so easily. &lt;br /&gt;It was fun. Twice round the village. Once in one direction then turn round and go round again in the other direction. &lt;br /&gt;Back to my room for some more munch and a wee breakfast while Rosie had Tom the hoofy man trim her hooflets. &lt;br /&gt;We went back out at the same time. The humans stood watching us for a bit just enjoying the sunshine along with the peace and quiet. &lt;br /&gt;3 days in a row I have done something. I secretly think human is starting to get me fit ready for when she is able to ride again. Something we are both looking forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-7386716559689900633?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/7386716559689900633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=7386716559689900633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7386716559689900633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7386716559689900633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-8621011652116823944</id><published>2012-01-12T14:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-12T14:26:45.513Z</updated><title type='text'>12th January</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday human said as soon as the posts come she would spend some time with me and we could do something. She kept her word.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as she arrived in my field I clocked that she didn't have my breakfast bowl with her. Great that means I am getting out of the field. &lt;br /&gt;She started to clean my field when it started raining so she abandoned that idea and in I came. I went in my room with my lovely deep bed and had a wee munch while human had a drink and a sit down. Lazy old thing.&lt;br /&gt;She put my bridle on and the long line and off to the school we went to do.....when I say we I really mean I...some running round in circles. I was well up for it. Walking, trotting and cantering round and round. I was just enjoying myself when these men walked onto the yard. Human asked me to stop while she found out what they wanted. They were there to take a tree down is all. So I went back to running round and round some more. I am surprised human wasn't dizzy. I was having a great time. &lt;br /&gt;Back to my room for some breakfast and a cool down. Human left me there while she went off to clean my field. Someone had turned my water off so there was almost no water in my trough. Human was rather cross about this. Turns out someone had turned it off and forgotten to turn it back on. They got distracted by their horses escaping. Reasonable explanation I thought. &lt;br /&gt;I went out to my field. Rosie was waiting for me. She is starting to calm down quicker which is a good thing. I needed, really really needed to roll and roll and roll. So Rosie started rolling too. Human said it looked like synchronised rolling. Maybe we could do it as an olympic event. They have synchronised swimming so I don't see the difference do you? I would quite like to have an olympic medal. &lt;br /&gt;Human made sure the trough had filled up, finished cleaning my field&amp;nbsp;and off she went. &lt;br /&gt;It was nice spending some time with human. I hope we spend some time together again tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-8621011652116823944?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/8621011652116823944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=8621011652116823944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/8621011652116823944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/8621011652116823944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/12th-january.html' title='12th January'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-6682905452459185953</id><published>2012-01-11T17:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-11T17:13:29.807Z</updated><title type='text'>11th January</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9iRKEC04lXg/Tw10PXJojkI/AAAAAAAAAW4/OYvFRJw9NCA/s1600/DSC00938.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9iRKEC04lXg/Tw10PXJojkI/AAAAAAAAAW4/OYvFRJw9NCA/s320/DSC00938.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yet again it was dark, just getting light when human arrived this morning. I got my breakfast and there were some veggy-bols as well this morning. Yum. One of the many things I am very very&amp;nbsp;good at is eating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Human went off to clean my field. Another thing I am very very good at doing is producing manure. Human seems to enjoy picking it up so I keep producing it. This is how much I make every day. Impressed aren't you? Just look at all that yummy grass I still have available for eating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhzzWrZMJUw/Tw10I2tFtpI/AAAAAAAAAWw/6HO6WU31Hes/s1600/DSC00940.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fhzzWrZMJUw/Tw10I2tFtpI/AAAAAAAAAWw/6HO6WU31Hes/s320/DSC00940.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;She went off quickly yet again to await delivery of those posts. They still haven't arrived. She says it's very unusual from this company they are usually very very quick. My only complaint is I haven't got to spend much time with human this week. She says we will do something together once they are here. I look forward to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well something happened today I certainly wasn't expecting. Human toddled off quickly just like the last couple of days. I thought that was it, the rest of my day to myself to munch and doze to my hearts content. However it was not to be. &lt;br /&gt;NRH came over. Nothing unusual in that. She sees to Rosie. Only she had my headcollar with her and led me off to the yard. She only got me dressed to take her out. We had a wonderful pootle down the bridlepath, past my field, past the boys field and back. Twas wonderful to get out and about. Most unexpected and most enjoyable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-6682905452459185953?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/6682905452459185953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=6682905452459185953' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/6682905452459185953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/6682905452459185953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/11th-january.html' title='11th January'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9iRKEC04lXg/Tw10PXJojkI/AAAAAAAAAW4/OYvFRJw9NCA/s72-c/DSC00938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-7817826364479153423</id><published>2012-01-10T14:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-10T14:27:09.725Z</updated><title type='text'>10th January</title><content type='html'>Yet again very little interaction with human. Today has been pretty much a re-enactment of yesterday. **sigh**&lt;br /&gt;Today she "had" to be at her human stable to await delivery of MORE trick fencing. How much blooming fencing does she need. I like the field just as it is thankyou very much. I know exactly what is going on in her mind, she might not think I do but believe me I do. Human is planning on sectioning me off in a little bit of field when that luschious yummy juicy spring grass comes though like she did last year. I know her game. Can't understand what she wants more fencing for though as she has enough for that. Hmmm wonder what she is up to now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-7817826364479153423?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/7817826364479153423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=7817826364479153423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7817826364479153423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7817826364479153423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/10th-january_10.html' title='10th January'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-4232465806826300571</id><published>2012-01-09T12:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-10T14:21:17.967Z</updated><title type='text'>9th January</title><content type='html'>Still dark again this morning when human arrived. She had my brekky with her so I sauntered up to meet her. Rosie of course had to come up the hill as well. Where I go she goes. Kinda sweet really.&lt;br /&gt;While I was eating human went off to clean the field. On the way back she popped next door to Rosie to check she was all snuggly warm, she doesn't have good winter fluff like I have. She was all toasty human said. &lt;br /&gt;That was it. With a quick check of the water she was off to peek at Frank and Brack. Frank isn't feeling too good again this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-4232465806826300571?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/4232465806826300571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=4232465806826300571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/4232465806826300571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/4232465806826300571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/10th-january.html' title='9th January'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-760731557419595631</id><published>2012-01-08T18:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:37:51.121Z</updated><title type='text'>8th January</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5hY8PKgoiqE/Twm5T5eDjVI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Fenz0my8Tm4/s1600/frank.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5hY8PKgoiqE/Twm5T5eDjVI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Fenz0my8Tm4/s320/frank.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Human was down really early today. I spent the night with Rosie, she calmed down eventually. This morning when human turned up we were just grazing quietly down the bottom of the field. Human was busy cleaning the field when a dog walker with his dog off the lead walked through our fields. Rosie didn't even seem to notice them which is good. I came in&amp;nbsp; and that set Rosie off shouting and stressing. I am coming back Rosie, really I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GzT433c2t_U/Twm5Opd_-LI/AAAAAAAAAWg/wJmsOZAAA9s/s1600/bed.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GzT433c2t_U/Twm5Opd_-LI/AAAAAAAAAWg/wJmsOZAAA9s/s320/bed.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went in my room for a munch. Frank and Brack got dressed to take NRH and Franks human out for a ride. That's Frank and his human in the photo. Handsome devil isn't he? I felt really sad watching the excitement of them getting ready and setting off without me and human. Soon I hope. However while they were gone human put straw in my room. What a fab big deep wonderful warm bed I now have. I love straw beds. Not had one in a long time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Frank and his human came back quite soon without NRH and Bracks. Frank wasn't feeling too good so Bracks took NRH off on their own. Soon enough they returned. Can you guess what happened next? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Human and NRH only got&amp;nbsp;ME dressed for riding. I can't take human out but did get to take NRH out. We had a super ride. It was a bit ouchy on my feet by the space centre. NRH let me pick my own way mostly on the verges so that was nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When we got back I got my breakfast and went back out to Rosie. See silly girl told you I would be back. She was very pleased to see me and I have to say I was very pleased to see her too. It's nice not being on my own any more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-760731557419595631?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/760731557419595631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=760731557419595631' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/760731557419595631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/760731557419595631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/8th-december.html' title='8th January'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5hY8PKgoiqE/Twm5T5eDjVI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Fenz0my8Tm4/s72-c/frank.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-6140167275783602571</id><published>2012-01-07T19:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-07T19:38:24.546Z</updated><title type='text'>7th January</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness what a day. Rosie took a dislike to Frankie and he to her. They were both in their rooms she went to bite him, he kicked the wall of the stable. &lt;br /&gt;So Rosie went in the school. She was really really unhappy in there. Stressing, running up and down and up and down. Frank could hear her from his room so he was getting his knickers in a twist and spinning round and round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The humans decided to put Rosie and I out together in my field as Rosie was stressing yesterday in hers. It was ok for a bit then she said something about being the boss and I objected to that. Cue lots of kicking, she kicked my bum, &amp;nbsp;I kicked hers. NRH was shouting at Rosie to stop it....she didn't so neither did I. &lt;/div&gt;Very quickly we established I am the boss, I had to keep moving her about reminding her I can and would kick if she challenged me. Sensibly she agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xJEQ1_LK6vo/TwifB8l_OOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/nRBWG1repD4/s1600/DSC00933.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xJEQ1_LK6vo/TwifB8l_OOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/nRBWG1repD4/s320/DSC00933.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Human spent ages in the field watching us making sure all was ok. We were both grazing but I was wary of her and I am sure she quite rightly was wary of me. Gradually I let her a bit closer. &lt;/div&gt;Eventually the humans decided we were safe to leave together and went off to do some visiting. They went to visit my boy Nuggets human and meet the lovely boy himself. Indy was his normal grumpy self. &lt;br /&gt;It was just starting to get dark when they humans came back. We were still grazing quietly. NRH wanted to put Rosie in her side of the field but extend her field. They spent a bit of time sorting out the fencing so she had the whole run of the field before putting her in there. Rosie wasn't happy and was stressing. I of course wasn't bothered where she was as long as she understands who is in charge. &lt;br /&gt;Do you know the worst bit of today? I didn't get my breakfast until it was almost dark. I mean how disgraceful is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-6140167275783602571?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/6140167275783602571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=6140167275783602571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/6140167275783602571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/6140167275783602571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/7th-january.html' title='7th January'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xJEQ1_LK6vo/TwifB8l_OOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/nRBWG1repD4/s72-c/DSC00933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-7710899665577957831</id><published>2012-01-06T12:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-06T12:51:17.310Z</updated><title type='text'>6th January</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5006a26df583f5d2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5006a26df583f5d2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330348930%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D45EAB40D9BD5BAFA935C41503EE3023D1012A2A9.36320B39CA435237CA793F5B47A4A0379E4CCF0E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5006a26df583f5d2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2XPep7LMSCqs60ZIJB_4f76zY4o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5006a26df583f5d2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330348930%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D45EAB40D9BD5BAFA935C41503EE3023D1012A2A9.36320B39CA435237CA793F5B47A4A0379E4CCF0E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5006a26df583f5d2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2XPep7LMSCqs60ZIJB_4f76zY4o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Human was here early this morning. She ran round cleaning my feild. Rosie had disappeared again last night. I came in the yard with human to my room for a munch and a groom. Who should be in her room but Rosie. So that's where she goes every night. &lt;br /&gt;I had so much mud on me that transfered itself to human when she brushed me. Oops. I got my breakfast, didn't really fancy any hay. I had a wee nibble but thought I would wait for the grass. Human wasn't going to be here long today. She is off to have her brain scan later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went back out Rosie was already out. She heard us coming through the gate and called to me then started trotting round. Oh my goodness. She moves like a dream, she is so elegant and graceful. Just floats around looking stunning. She is like the supermodel of the horse world. She is tall and slim with the most amazing long long slender legs. She doesn't have any winter fluff so has to wear a human made coat. &lt;br /&gt;I went over and said hello. Then we both walked off to start munching. &lt;br /&gt;Good luck for later human. Can't wait to get you back out there just the two of us exploring the world again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-7710899665577957831?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/7710899665577957831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=7710899665577957831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7710899665577957831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7710899665577957831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/6th-january.html' title='6th January'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-3760561739829993284</id><published>2012-01-05T12:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-05T12:34:38.430Z</updated><title type='text'>5th January</title><content type='html'>Human was a bit late today. Not by much though. She brought my breakfast to the field for me. Rosie disappeared last night but came back again this morning. I was a bit worried she wasn't coming back. &lt;br /&gt;Human had just started cleaning my field when it started to rain. It's very windy again today as well. Human didn't stop cleaning but just carried on. At that point Nugs human came into the field, calling and waving. I went over to greet her and she gave me lots of fuss and attention before going off to talk to human. &lt;br /&gt;Human finished cleaning and went to sort out the trick fencing posts that had bent over in the wind. She even managed to remember to turn off the trick first. She's learning haha. Amazing how a few zaps of trick can help the memory. &lt;br /&gt;The humans went off to have a warm drink. &lt;br /&gt;They found most of the covers off everyones hay and had to replace them, human sorted out my room ready for the next time I come in and she got Frank and Bracks breakfast ready for tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-3760561739829993284?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/3760561739829993284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=3760561739829993284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/3760561739829993284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/3760561739829993284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/5th-january.html' title='5th January'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-7557066351543353147</id><published>2012-01-04T15:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-04T15:20:05.952Z</updated><title type='text'>4th January</title><content type='html'>Weather not so bad today. &lt;br /&gt;Frankies human turned up in the middle of the night....well felt like the middle of the night it was still dark and gave me some more hay to see me through until human arrived. She thought Rosie looked sad and gave her some of my hay....&lt;br /&gt;When human arrived she woke us up. We were just having a wee doze. Rosies human turned up and we both got our breakfasts. Rosie didn't want to eat hers. I would have eaten it but her human decided to take it up to the field so she could eat it at her leisure. &lt;br /&gt;She was very eager to get to the field.&lt;br /&gt;Haha the humans thought we would run about and do daft things but no. We are sensible girls and got down to the important business of eating straight away.&lt;br /&gt;Human went to put the trick fencing on and noticed the gate was open. It seemed to have been broken by the wind yesterday. She found all the bits and managed to repair it. &lt;br /&gt;The was it. Human went off to clean my room and return to her home. Rosies human turned up with some hay for her. Miserable thing didn't bring me any. I like hay too you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully human will get some photos of&amp;nbsp; us both enjoying being outside tomorrow. Nuggets human is coming to visit tomorrow as well. No doubt she will want to meet the new arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice to have someone to chat to. I really don't like being on my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-7557066351543353147?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/7557066351543353147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=7557066351543353147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7557066351543353147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7557066351543353147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/4th-january.html' title='4th January'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-1813703005149732970</id><published>2012-01-04T15:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-04T15:11:40.192Z</updated><title type='text'>3rd January</title><content type='html'>Wow the weather was horrendous today. At least human thought so. If she was expecting to see me cowering under the trees seeking shelter from the rain and wind she was sadly mistaken. I (big brave hairy girl that I am) was out in the middle of the field doing what I do best. &lt;br /&gt;I came in with human and went in my room for a munch and to dry off. I was a tad soggy. I had said I would wait to greet new Rosie when she arrived. They had a long journey in horrid weather&amp;nbsp;condition but arrived safe and sound. &lt;br /&gt;She is ginger....oh my goodness is she ever. Almost glow in the dark ginger. She settled straight away, very laid back and chilled. Obviously my calming influence. &lt;br /&gt;As the weather was so bad human said I could spend the night in my room and keep Rosie company on her first night in a new home. I had plenty to eat and lots to drink so I didn't mind. &lt;br /&gt;Took hours for me to dry off properly. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we go out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-1813703005149732970?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/1813703005149732970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=1813703005149732970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/1813703005149732970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/1813703005149732970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/3rd-january.html' title='3rd January'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-1205636529217032224</id><published>2012-01-02T18:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-02T18:17:37.500Z</updated><title type='text'>2nd January</title><content type='html'>Today the Stallion, the Grandfoal and human arrived. A bit late but not quite as late as yesterday. They had between them my breakfast bowl and a lovely&amp;nbsp; bag of veggybols supplied by YMF for me today. Yum. I have had my fill of grass and realised human isn't going to take it away so I can slow down a bit and not try and eat it all in one go.....consequently not so many piles for the poo picking fairy today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human was chatting to the man who owns the land I live on by one of the gates when a group of walkers went to climb over his gate.......oops. He promtly told them not to and pointed them in the direction of the public footpaths. They then made their way into my field, kindly putting their dogs on leads. One had the audacity to call me "Dobbin" bloody DOBBIN??? Of all things I am not a dobbin. I ignored him and concentrated on my grass instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrows the day. Rosie arrives. I have said I will wait in my room to greet her. We can have a wee chat and get to know each other a bit first that way. I am so looking forward to not being on my own again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-1205636529217032224?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/1205636529217032224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=1205636529217032224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/1205636529217032224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/1205636529217032224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/2nd-january.html' title='2nd January'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-1389634333175552619</id><published>2012-01-01T18:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-01T18:03:49.689Z</updated><title type='text'>1st January 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oo-BQIYuf9o/TwCdzcwFa2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/RjKTy-yPh0U/s1600/2012-01-01+12.55.04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oo-BQIYuf9o/TwCdzcwFa2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/RjKTy-yPh0U/s400/2012-01-01+12.55.04.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wow just check out all this grass I have. I have been waiting for it for ages and ages. Oh my I think I have died and gone to heaven.&amp;nbsp; Frank eat your heart out. It's my grass all mine......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human, YMF and the Grandfoal turned up quite late today. They brought my bowl of breakfast. If they thought I was leaving all this yummy yummy green stuff to walk all the way up to the top just for that they were sadly deluded. Once they had cottened on to me not going to get it, the Grandfoal kindly brought it down to me. I had a nibble but to be honest it's not a patch on the grass and I have to confess to being rather full up of grass. I think my face in the photo says it all really what I thought about it. To put it in perspective. Yesterday on the grazed down grass there were 8 piles of droppings. Today after being on all this green stuff all night there were ooops 19 haha. I mean really would human eat a bowl of shredded wheat in the kitchen if she were in bed with a box of thorntons? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grandfoal did bring me the carrot that the Stallion had stolen from YMF's house. She told me it was from the Stallion. He had insisted I was told it was from him. My answer to take back to him was .... nom nom munch crunch nom nom nom...I do hope he comes to see me tomorrow. ﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-1389634333175552619?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/1389634333175552619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=1389634333175552619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/1389634333175552619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/1389634333175552619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2012/01/1st-january-2012.html' title='1st January 2012'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oo-BQIYuf9o/TwCdzcwFa2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/RjKTy-yPh0U/s72-c/2012-01-01+12.55.04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-1791101298811659277</id><published>2011-12-31T17:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-31T17:52:37.906Z</updated><title type='text'>31st December</title><content type='html'>Well that's it another year gone.&lt;br /&gt;My year started with human recovering from a broken hand when she slipped on the ice. I had&amp;nbsp; no idea this time last year what was in store for me. Some big big changes were about to happen in my life.&lt;br /&gt;In Feb I was hit with a big shock. We were on the move from the place I had called home for 5 years. Saying goodbye to my friends there we set off. I found myself in a huge huge field with a nice but stressy girl next door called Grace. &lt;br /&gt;We weren't there long just a few months and we were on the move again. I found myself in an equally large field only this time I had a stable and a school to use. I love it here. I hope I never ever have to move again. Moving is very stressful.&lt;br /&gt;I heard that my lovely friend Portia had been pts. So sad. I still think of her often. I wish she had come here. She would have loved it here. &lt;br /&gt;Little Lu came to join me here for a short while, then she got moved onto a new home. I miss her too and often wonder how she is doing in her new home. &lt;br /&gt;I have had some wonderful times here. Taken human out and about on some amazing rides. The most notable was a 13.5 mile ride in June. Poor human could barely walk when we got back. &lt;br /&gt;The Grandfoal has gone up a class at the riding school and can now ride me without being on a lead rein. She is growing up so fast. &lt;br /&gt;In&amp;nbsp;September human changed my saddle, we had some fitting issues so didn't ride a great deal. &lt;br /&gt;I have made some lovely new friends here as has human. &lt;br /&gt;Disaster struck in November when human was ill and had to be in horsepital for a while. The other humans were fantastic and I thank them as does human for taking such good care of me while she wasn't around. &lt;br /&gt;We have ended the year not doing anything. Human isn't allowed to ride (or drive). We are hoping things will start to get back to normal. She has a brain scan booked for next week so hopefully that will show up in detail what if anything needs to be done to make her better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So raise your carrots folks to a happy new year. We hope you all have a fabulous 2012 and it brings you everything you want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FraddCkEEBw/Tv9LoTRjlKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/QngqwSMl8mM/s1600/2011-12-27+-+HORSE+GOB-10558.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FraddCkEEBw/Tv9LoTRjlKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/QngqwSMl8mM/s320/2011-12-27+-+HORSE+GOB-10558.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Human thinks I don't know she moved a fence post today so I can get to the rest of the grass....little does she know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-1791101298811659277?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/1791101298811659277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=1791101298811659277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/1791101298811659277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/1791101298811659277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/31st-december_31.html' title='31st December'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FraddCkEEBw/Tv9LoTRjlKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/QngqwSMl8mM/s72-c/2011-12-27+-+HORSE+GOB-10558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-5377441773843641919</id><published>2011-12-30T11:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-30T11:55:59.755Z</updated><title type='text'>30th December</title><content type='html'>Human was early today. She came armed with my breakfast. Wasn't much in the bowl. I was rather disgusted if I am honest. I knew I wouldn't be coming in. &lt;br /&gt;She cleaned my field, checked the water and was off saying she would be back. Unusual I thought. &lt;br /&gt;When she came back she had NRH with her and lots of trick fencing stuff. They proceeded to make a paddock for Rosie and fill her water bucket. Hurrah won't be long now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-5377441773843641919?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/5377441773843641919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=5377441773843641919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/5377441773843641919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/5377441773843641919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/30th-december.html' title='30th December'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-4567617092428011160</id><published>2011-12-29T19:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T19:13:34.256Z</updated><title type='text'>29th December</title><content type='html'>Wow the year is nearly over, my opened up field day gets ever nearer and New Rosie is nearly here. &lt;br /&gt;Human cleaned my field first before bringing me in today. I am getting wise to what is going to happen. If she has my breakfast with her then I am staying in the field. No breakfast means wait by the gate as we are going down to the yard. Clever huh? &lt;br /&gt;Today I came down to the yard. My room was all ready for me. My breakfast and a nice pile of hay was already waiting for me. Wasn't long before Frank and the Brack came into their rooms. It was rather wet and windy out so nice to be in all snuggly in the dry....well that's what human thinks. I am not fussed either way as long as I have plenty to munch on. &lt;br /&gt;The humans went off to sort out the trick fence in Frank and Bracks field. Much easier for their human to move it and give them some more grass now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-4567617092428011160?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/4567617092428011160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=4567617092428011160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/4567617092428011160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/4567617092428011160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/29th-december.html' title='29th December'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-4819821802366192674</id><published>2011-12-28T17:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T07:42:36.231Z</updated><title type='text'>28th December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_i2g6vOe7cE/TvtSy7yjtyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/RzfDi6TN-rM/s1600/2011-12-27+-+HORSE+GOB-10541.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_i2g6vOe7cE/TvtSy7yjtyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/RzfDi6TN-rM/s320/2011-12-27+-+HORSE+GOB-10541.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photos are from yesterday. Buses are running again today so the Stallion didn't bring human she came on the bus instead. No Granfoal either today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7fM7bxzSuao/TvtT1fhRIcI/AAAAAAAAAVs/4EyZE70tc_M/s1600/2011-12-27+-+HORSE+GOB-10548.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7fM7bxzSuao/TvtT1fhRIcI/AAAAAAAAAVs/4EyZE70tc_M/s320/2011-12-27+-+HORSE+GOB-10548.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nor did she bring my breakfast to the field. Can you see all that yummy grass on the left of the trick fencing? That is what I am getting on Sunday. Human weigh taped me again this morning. She claims I have gained weight again. On off on off on off. Bit like humans weight haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--yX09iPxknw/TvtSVuUJGaI/AAAAAAAAAU8/QQJu6o0tOCA/s1600/2011-12-27+-+HORSE+GOB-10597.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--yX09iPxknw/TvtSVuUJGaI/AAAAAAAAAU8/QQJu6o0tOCA/s320/2011-12-27+-+HORSE+GOB-10597.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When she arrived it was just starting to rain so she brought me straight in without cleaning my field first. I didn't mind. I knew there was a pile of hay awaiting me in my room and I needed a good grooming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RV0SWIZar2E/TvtUGoHIS5I/AAAAAAAAAV4/3Q9tfU1d5WQ/s1600/2011-12-27+-+HORSE+GOB-10587.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RV0SWIZar2E/TvtUGoHIS5I/AAAAAAAAAV4/3Q9tfU1d5WQ/s320/2011-12-27+-+HORSE+GOB-10587.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Frankie got dressed to take his human riding and I thought I was&amp;nbsp; going too. I got my saddle on and my bridle but then human took my reins off and tied my stirrups to my girth. What the heck was she on about now. All became clear when she got the long reins out. Haha I was going to take her out on the long lines. Brilliant. Twice round the village and back to my room where my yummy breakfast awaited me. It was nice to get out for a change. I really enjoyed it. Finally human is showing some signs of life again. Long may it continue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-4819821802366192674?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/4819821802366192674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=4819821802366192674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/4819821802366192674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/4819821802366192674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/photos-are-from-yesterday.html' title='28th December'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_i2g6vOe7cE/TvtSy7yjtyI/AAAAAAAAAVU/RzfDi6TN-rM/s72-c/2011-12-27+-+HORSE+GOB-10541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-8502328971933639458</id><published>2011-12-27T19:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-27T19:40:09.231Z</updated><title type='text'>27th December</title><content type='html'>Human, the Stallion and the Grandfoal this time. The Grandfoal brought me my breakfast while again human went off to clean the field. &lt;br /&gt;The Stallion and the Grandfoal spent ages taking lots and lots of photos of me. I kept looking at the grass that has been saved for me to eat, then looking back at human to see if she gets the message. Grass is meant for eating. She has said she will open the whole field up on new years day. I can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;Again I followed them to the gate and again put on my best sad face. Again they went off without me. &lt;br /&gt;Nice photos from the Stallion this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-8502328971933639458?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/8502328971933639458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=8502328971933639458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/8502328971933639458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/8502328971933639458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/27th-december.html' title='27th December'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-4700763028970062940</id><published>2011-12-27T19:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-27T19:36:47.413Z</updated><title type='text'>26th December</title><content type='html'>Oh wow lots of visitors today. Human, the Stallion and YMF. I like YMF but rarely get to see her. She brought me a real huge veggy feast as well as my breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;Human went off to clean the field while I tucked into my breakfast and got cuddles from YMF and the (now forgiven) Stallion. &lt;br /&gt;All too soon it was time for them to go. I didn't want them to go without me. I followed them to the gate and put on my best "take me with you" face. They still went without me. I really am not getting to spend enough time with the humans. Not like when I get to take my human out on wee plods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-4700763028970062940?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/4700763028970062940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=4700763028970062940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/4700763028970062940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/4700763028970062940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/26th-december.html' title='26th December'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-5811720751092000345</id><published>2011-12-25T12:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-27T19:33:24.383Z</updated><title type='text'>25th December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cAE4y2Izk5s/TvcbwgyD9UI/AAAAAAAAAUo/hPE5i9kXgZ0/s1600/2011-12-25+-+CHRISTMAS+ZOE-10291.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cAE4y2Izk5s/TvcbwgyD9UI/AAAAAAAAAUo/hPE5i9kXgZ0/s320/2011-12-25+-+CHRISTMAS+ZOE-10291.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how much I love the Stallion. He brings me yummy things and takes lovely photos of me. Well I have gone right off him. Just look at the photo from today. What on earth do I look like? Disgraceful taking a pic of a girl mid munch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-5811720751092000345?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/5811720751092000345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=5811720751092000345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/5811720751092000345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/5811720751092000345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-know-how-much-i-love-stallion.html' title='25th December'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cAE4y2Izk5s/TvcbwgyD9UI/AAAAAAAAAUo/hPE5i9kXgZ0/s72-c/2011-12-25+-+CHRISTMAS+ZOE-10291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-6778551679436783368</id><published>2011-12-24T18:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T18:48:16.248Z</updated><title type='text'>24th December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bcSbpm2XrUA/TvYb6oMN-HI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/B43Uh6c31Es/s1600/DSCe00927.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bcSbpm2XrUA/TvYb6oMN-HI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/B43Uh6c31Es/s320/DSCe00927.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Human was quite early today. I was stood by the bottom gate talking to Eol. The other boys are teasing Eol saying he fancies me. Honestly boys grow up. We are just friends. It's nice to have someone to chat to until&amp;nbsp; New Rosie arrives. Human came and cleaned the field. She brought my breakfast so I left Eol and went to eat. Human gave me some hay as well. But I knew there was more. She kept saying she had nothing for me but I knew better. Then the forgetful old boot remembered she had a parsnip in her pocket. A present from Frankie and his human. Yum. Very tasty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yM0YBINXVsQ/TvYciVNc2oI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Eaz5n9mGv9I/s1600/aDSCe00927.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yM0YBINXVsQ/TvYciVNc2oI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Eaz5n9mGv9I/s320/aDSCe00927.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Frankie and Robbie took their humans out down the bridlepath this morning. You can just see them if you put your best specs on. I do hope it's not too long before human and I can join them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-6778551679436783368?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/6778551679436783368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=6778551679436783368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/6778551679436783368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/6778551679436783368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/24th-december.html' title='24th December'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bcSbpm2XrUA/TvYb6oMN-HI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/B43Uh6c31Es/s72-c/DSCe00927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-7644741063611089827</id><published>2011-12-23T17:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-23T17:13:55.164Z</updated><title type='text'>23rd December</title><content type='html'>Human came and got me. I walked down to my room. Frankie and Brack were already in their rooms. Frank played a fantastic trick on his human today. Brilliant Frankie I am proud of you. &lt;br /&gt;Human was going to do some long reining with me...then it started to rain. Wimpy wet weather girl changed her mind. I went back to my field and human went on her merry way home. &lt;br /&gt;It was nice to spend some time with human. I had a nice brush down, she got all the mud off me and picked out my shoeless tootsies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-7644741063611089827?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/7644741063611089827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=7644741063611089827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7644741063611089827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7644741063611089827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/23rd-december.html' title='23rd December'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-8621225182600760630</id><published>2011-12-22T18:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-22T18:33:53.122Z</updated><title type='text'>22nd December</title><content type='html'>Blimey human just gets quicker and quicker. She was like lightening today. Here and gone like a flash. seems her bus broke down on the way so she was late and if she hadn't rushed about she would have had to wait another hour for a bus home. So what. Why couldn't she spend another hour with me? Not impressed.&lt;br /&gt;However the good news is she has the date for her super scan. The quicker things get back to normal the better. &lt;br /&gt;Only 12 days until New Rosie arrives. I shall be so relieved to have some company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-8621225182600760630?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/8621225182600760630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=8621225182600760630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/8621225182600760630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/8621225182600760630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/22nd-december.html' title='22nd December'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-3881941339318580174</id><published>2011-12-20T13:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-20T13:13:40.309Z</updated><title type='text'>20th December</title><content type='html'>Uh oh human is leaking again. What set her off? I have had my shoes off. Big deal. Human has got it into her stupid brain that we will never go out exploring the world together again. Honestly human. No point in paying for shoes if I am not working is there? You can spend that money you are saving on more food......carrots would be nice **hint**&lt;br /&gt;It's not only my human going potty, Frankies human is as well. She text my human because she had forgotten to turn the trick on in Franks field. So human clambers over the gate, impressed the boys are still where they should be only to find the trick IS on. She goes back later with the trick tester to check and yep it sure is. Still at least she has given the boys something to chuckle at. What I wouldn't give to see my human attempting to clamber over the gate....&lt;br /&gt;Human has chopped down a few more of the nettles in my field for me to eat. Yum. I like nettles. I am not keen on the grass at the bottom of my field. Don't know why really it just doesn't taste quite right. So I am not eating it. This of course is giving human something to fuss about. Still takes her mind of the no shoes scenario.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-3881941339318580174?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/3881941339318580174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=3881941339318580174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/3881941339318580174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/3881941339318580174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/20th-december.html' title='20th December'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-3863265832964666040</id><published>2011-12-19T09:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-19T09:59:24.930Z</updated><title type='text'>19th December</title><content type='html'>Oh yes indeedy I did it. Did what? I hear you ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only managed to get human to give me some hay. As she says I have been putting weight on and there is still lots of grass in the field I have had my hay ration cut out. &lt;br /&gt;Soooooooooo today I followed human around the field. Walked over to the dying nettles and nibbled at some. Avoided eating ANY grass while she was in the field. It was all frosty anyway. Not that it usually bothers me but I thought she ought to think that today it was. &lt;br /&gt;Human gave me my meagre breakfast munch and went off to de-ice the water. I followed her. Kept looking at her with what I hoped was a sad and very hungry expression. She decided to feel my ribs. Aha I thought the message is getting through. Still didn't eat any grass haha. &lt;br /&gt;She went out the gate and came back with the hay bag. Hurrah I did it. I managed to get human to give me some hay. I tucked into it with gusto. I am such a clever girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-3863265832964666040?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/3863265832964666040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=3863265832964666040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/3863265832964666040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/3863265832964666040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/19th-december.html' title='19th December'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-8076539828220110962</id><published>2011-12-18T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-19T18:03:46.871Z</updated><title type='text'>18th December</title><content type='html'>Frankies human brought my human today as no buses on a Sunday. My goodness were they early or what. Still dark for goodness sake. &lt;br /&gt;Human chopped down some nettles for me today. Amazing to see nettles still growing in December but they are.......................only not the ones human chopped down that I ate. Yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;She did the normal chores and then I got my headcollar on and came in with her. Into my room for a wee chat with Frankie boy. Hurrah no blooming irritating Bracken in the room next door today. What a relief.&lt;br /&gt;When Frank got dressed to take his human riding, I got dressed to do that running round in circles thing. Only I wasn't allowed to run as the ground was frozen so did walking round in circles thing instead. What does she think I do in my field if the ground is frozen? I can and do not only trot but canter and gallop in my field when the ground is frozen. Not often 'tis true but I do sometimes.&amp;nbsp;Human has some very strange ideas.&lt;br /&gt;I went back in my room for a bit before going back out to my field to spend the day munching and walking only obviously hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-8076539828220110962?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/8076539828220110962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=8076539828220110962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/8076539828220110962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/8076539828220110962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/18th-december.html' title='18th December'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-5637215242875329824</id><published>2011-12-17T14:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-17T14:17:00.645Z</updated><title type='text'>17th December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9pq17EuZ-eo/TuyiTy9suuI/AAAAAAAAATw/gZr9B_NzvDk/s1600/DSC00919.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9pq17EuZ-eo/TuyiTy9suuI/AAAAAAAAATw/gZr9B_NzvDk/s320/DSC00919.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I do wish human would stay a bit longer on the days when I don't come in. Today she turned up rather late. She had a good excuse. She had been to watch the Grandfoal have a riding lesson. The Grandfoal was so cold she just wanted to go home so human came to see to me on her own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;No hay, boo hoo. I did have the tiniest bowl of munch. Barely a mouthful. I only got that as human says I need to have my vitamins every day. Not happy with this scenario. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The &lt;strike&gt;poncey&lt;/strike&gt; handsome warmblood boys were flying around their field. I have no idea what was up with them. All we could hear was the thunder of hooves as they raced up and down their field. Imaginary monsters in the hedge probably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;She cleaned my field. No fussing about anything today. I was clean, dry and fluffy....nothing to worry about there. The trough had a thin cover of ice on it. Nothing I couldn't break but human did it for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;When she went I followed her to the gate hoping she would see my sad "let me come with you" face. She saw it alright but chose to just take a photo **sigh**. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-5637215242875329824?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/5637215242875329824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=5637215242875329824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/5637215242875329824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/5637215242875329824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/17th-december.html' title='17th December'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9pq17EuZ-eo/TuyiTy9suuI/AAAAAAAAATw/gZr9B_NzvDk/s72-c/DSC00919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-39356840796743752</id><published>2011-12-16T18:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-16T20:11:40.628Z</updated><title type='text'>16th December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-91bdab2c234888c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D091bdab2c234888c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330348931%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D153127F1535B0A9ABEBC54D4C43498EFB5424DBA.550074E775D1F491C8708686B3C1D935BDDFCCF7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D91bdab2c234888c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbLznsrc2yD_GuNHVVGwlHOVKZlw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D091bdab2c234888c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330348931%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D153127F1535B0A9ABEBC54D4C43498EFB5424DBA.550074E775D1F491C8708686B3C1D935BDDFCCF7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D91bdab2c234888c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbLznsrc2yD_GuNHVVGwlHOVKZlw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Can you see why he annoys me? Boys...pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Drum roll please....................ta da no fussing from human today. Can you believe it? However it's been a bit of a mixed day.&amp;nbsp;Human measured me with that tape thing, like she does every week. I have supposedly (according to human) gained quite a bit of weight. So she is only going to STOP MY HAY. I mean what the hell is that about. It's winter. It's cold. The grass has lost it's oomph. Blooming disgrace I call it. Expecting me to live on fresh air. Someone call the ILPH. I am desperate here. I know I am not working but I still have to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Apart from that little gem and the irritating Bracken (see vid above) I have had a nice day spent in my room. I had the lovely Frankie boy in the room opposite to chat to. At least human gave me hay to eat while I was in my room. It's just in the field I am not allowed any. Human says I don't need it. Well she doesn't need cake but didn't stop her eating two pieces today ....yes human I saw you......did it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Human has been out riding hat shopping. She isn't allowed to ride but hey. I am going to take her out on the long lines. She needs to wear her hat for that in case the numpty falls over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-39356840796743752?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/39356840796743752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=39356840796743752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/39356840796743752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/39356840796743752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/16th-december.html' title='16th December'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-4630290831279000830</id><published>2011-12-15T14:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-15T17:01:20.860Z</updated><title type='text'>15th December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F2ht1TOvPlE/Tun816kIcWI/AAAAAAAAATY/v1prRm8gk4M/s1600/DSC00906.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F2ht1TOvPlE/Tun816kIcWI/AAAAAAAAATY/v1prRm8gk4M/s320/DSC00906.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today human was a little later than usual. She was awaiting the post to bring her bus pass. Human carried out all the normal checks and passed to humans satisfaction. Breakfast and hay delivered and being munched upon as she watched. &lt;br /&gt;However she isn't happy unless she can find something to fuss over. &lt;br /&gt;So ........todays reason to fuss........MUD. Seriously human you think this is muddy? Yes this really is the amount of&amp;nbsp;mud in my gateway taken today. I think human needs a reality check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CdS6gHm5RY/Tun8-jg8c9I/AAAAAAAAATg/RG1Jzc06S7U/s1600/DSC00109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--CdS6gHm5RY/Tun8-jg8c9I/AAAAAAAAATg/RG1Jzc06S7U/s320/DSC00109.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the photo she took of the mud in the gateway of the field I was in last year. Now this is mud. Real mud. Do you remember falling flat after getting stuck in this mud human? Not likely to happen in the piddly little amount of mud present today&amp;nbsp;in the field I am in this year now is it? Come on human&amp;nbsp;even you&amp;nbsp;have to admit you are going overboard on the fussing&amp;nbsp;aren't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-4630290831279000830?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/4630290831279000830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=4630290831279000830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/4630290831279000830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/4630290831279000830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/today-human-was-alittle-later-than.html' title='15th December'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F2ht1TOvPlE/Tun816kIcWI/AAAAAAAAATY/v1prRm8gk4M/s72-c/DSC00906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-981007550178019484</id><published>2011-12-14T11:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-14T11:04:33.889Z</updated><title type='text'>14th december</title><content type='html'>I took care to not give human too much to fuss over today. It's all very wells saying "let her fuss" but my goodness does she take me at my word.&lt;br /&gt;So today I made sure I was dry, I made sure I was warm. I made sure I had done the right number of droppings and that they were the right consistancy. Water was clean and clear.&lt;br /&gt;What could human possibly have to fuss about today? Only a blooming huge irish wolfhound came flying into my field almost knocking human over in the process. I was at the top end of the field munching on the hay and breakfast kindly brought by human so wasn't in the least bit concerned. Human of course gets her knickers in a twist over the whole thing. No sign of it's owner anywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-981007550178019484?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/981007550178019484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=981007550178019484' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/981007550178019484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/981007550178019484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/14th-december.html' title='14th december'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-3119529202658036201</id><published>2011-12-13T18:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-13T18:52:01.211Z</updated><title type='text'>13th December</title><content type='html'>I got a bit damp last night. Don't panic human it's only on the outside I am nice, warm and dry next to my skin. &lt;br /&gt;I was hiding from humans view when she turned up today. I have found a nice place near the gate we don't use. It's sheltered from the wind AND I can chat to the &lt;strike&gt;poncey&lt;/strike&gt; handsome warmblood boys too but can't be seen from the gate human enters the field by. &lt;br /&gt;Human turned up with another bale of hay to leave by the gate&amp;nbsp;along with&amp;nbsp;some for me to eat now. A nice bucket of munch as well. Yummy. A few carrots wouldn't go amiss you know&amp;nbsp;human.&lt;br /&gt;Strange creatures humans. &lt;br /&gt;Human &lt;br /&gt;checked how warm I was......nice and toasty.....&lt;br /&gt;checked the water.....full, clean and not frozen....&lt;br /&gt;checked&amp;nbsp;how thin (or not) I was.......yep fine....&lt;br /&gt;checked how many droppings&amp;nbsp;there were....right number....&lt;br /&gt;checked what consistency the droppings were....neither too hard nor too soft....&lt;br /&gt;checked there was still plenty of grass for me to munch......yep have grass neither too much nor too little....&lt;br /&gt;checked I had no injuries.....just what does she think I am?....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you getting the picture here???&lt;br /&gt;Fuss, fuss, fuss. This is what happens to humans when they are not allowed to be taken out on hacks. I gave her a few snuggly cuddles before she went on her merry way. Can't wait to get human back out and about again.....hopefully it will stop some of the incessant fussing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-3119529202658036201?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/3119529202658036201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=3119529202658036201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/3119529202658036201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/3119529202658036201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/13th-december.html' title='13th December'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-7198569121453342639</id><published>2011-12-12T10:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-12T10:55:20.069Z</updated><title type='text'>12th December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xuHgHgPCwDM/TnL0s9LhhOI/AAAAAAAAALw/jj1WcoYxQ2w/s1600/255173_10150200890506932_639486931_7681831_591735_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xuHgHgPCwDM/TnL0s9LhhOI/AAAAAAAAALw/jj1WcoYxQ2w/s320/255173_10150200890506932_639486931_7681831_591735_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hurrah finally the lovely Frankie has decided to join us in the 21st century and now has his own blog. &lt;a href="http://frankieepsmdiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;Frankies Blog &lt;/a&gt;My room is directly opposite Franks so we can chat when we are in.&amp;nbsp; Frankie is the boy who I like to go behind when we hack out. I get a&amp;nbsp;great view. I'm not so keen on his field mate Bracken. Brack has the room next to mine. He annoys me AND he tries to bite my bum when I am going in or out of my room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made sure there was no hay left before human turned up this morning. Don't want to risk starving to death. What if I accidently ate all my grass before human came back again? What if she was&amp;nbsp;late? Makes me shudder just&amp;nbsp;thinking about it. &lt;br /&gt;She brought more hay along with a bucket of munch. Yum. I made sure she saw me enthusiastically&amp;nbsp;tucking into&amp;nbsp;the hay. She didn't stop long today which was a shame. She did make sure my field was nice and clean before she went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-7198569121453342639?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/7198569121453342639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=7198569121453342639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7198569121453342639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7198569121453342639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/12th-december.html' title='12th December'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xuHgHgPCwDM/TnL0s9LhhOI/AAAAAAAAALw/jj1WcoYxQ2w/s72-c/255173_10150200890506932_639486931_7681831_591735_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-8881321545684848986</id><published>2011-12-11T15:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T15:12:21.962Z</updated><title type='text'>The Stallion goes all artyfied on the photos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KMkDIqroMA0/TuTIM9CZueI/AAAAAAAAAPY/XjRwZbxJCnA/s1600/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KMkDIqroMA0/TuTIM9CZueI/AAAAAAAAAPY/XjRwZbxJCnA/s400/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-8881321545684848986?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/8881321545684848986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=8881321545684848986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/8881321545684848986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/8881321545684848986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/stallion-goes-all-artyfied-on-photos.html' title='The Stallion goes all artyfied on the photos.'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KMkDIqroMA0/TuTIM9CZueI/AAAAAAAAAPY/XjRwZbxJCnA/s72-c/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-2287516317394318831</id><published>2011-12-11T13:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T14:26:54.476Z</updated><title type='text'>11th December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-FZijZNGDg/TuS9mMMQzkI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5s-IGT_VCUE/s1600/posing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-FZijZNGDg/TuS9mMMQzkI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5s-IGT_VCUE/s320/posing.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Uh oh I have made a big mistake. Human and the Stallion turned up quite late today. Human is usually an early bird. The Stallion brought human as no buses on a Sunday and he was here to mend some wheelbarrows. Useful is the Stallion. &lt;br /&gt;Back to my mistake....yesterday human put some hay out into my field for me like she has been doing for a while now. BUT I also have lots of grass since she moved the trick fence. So not feeling hungry, I mean who wants dry hay when there is a wealth of yummy grass? I left most of the hay. So when human saw I hadn't eaten it she took away the hay she had brought with her today. I really really wish I had eaten the hay now. &lt;br /&gt;The Stallion spent ages cuddling me and taking photos of me. I was only too happy to pose for him. He usually brings me yummy things like carrots so it pays to keep him on my side. He was overjoyed that I followed him round the field while human went off to do something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the fence has been moved and I can get right down to the bottom of my field, I can see the boys in the field the other side of the bridlepath. I like this. Usually I can only hear them, we have to shout if we want to chat. Ponsey warmbloods human refers to them as......handsome, very handsome boys I call them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-2287516317394318831?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/2287516317394318831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=2287516317394318831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/2287516317394318831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/2287516317394318831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/11th-december.html' title='11th December'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-FZijZNGDg/TuS9mMMQzkI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/5s-IGT_VCUE/s72-c/posing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-1197225090652762973</id><published>2011-12-09T18:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-09T18:54:35.823Z</updated><title type='text'>9th December</title><content type='html'>Human has moved the trick fencing yet again giving me even more grass to eat. I love my human on days like this. &lt;br /&gt;It's dry today and not quite as windy as yesterday. NRH got me dressed to take her out riding with Frankie and his human. I do like NRH and I do like getting out. &lt;br /&gt;I had a nice bowl of munch when I got back. There was lots of hay in my room as well. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;As my human can't ride she stayed at the yard and cooked lunch for the other humans. She has her uses. &lt;br /&gt;Then it was out to my field for another days munching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-1197225090652762973?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/1197225090652762973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=1197225090652762973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/1197225090652762973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/1197225090652762973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/9th-december.html' title='9th December'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-650023369325925808</id><published>2011-12-08T09:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-08T09:57:01.246Z</updated><title type='text'>8th December</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness it's windy here today. At least it's blow dried my winter woollies, so one less thing for&amp;nbsp;human to worry about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes ok you are quite right &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FernValley &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I agree with you I should just let human fuss. It doesn't hurt me and perhaps does her some good. So carry on fussing human.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Human&amp;nbsp;gave me my breakfast bucket, a nice pile of hay and moved some trick fence posts so I can have some more grass this morning.&lt;br /&gt;She set about cleaning the field. I have been trying to be helpful&amp;nbsp;by positioning my droppings so human doesn't have to move them too far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-650023369325925808?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/650023369325925808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=650023369325925808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/650023369325925808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/650023369325925808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/8th-december.html' title='8th December'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-59218318279898625</id><published>2011-12-07T09:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-07T11:58:56.567Z</updated><title type='text'>7th December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cb1Wq2Sywns/Tt8y5Y_4WgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5y43UyV_oXo/s1600/breakfast.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cb1Wq2Sywns/Tt8y5Y_4WgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5y43UyV_oXo/s320/breakfast.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh yum, for breakfast I had a bowl of munch, some&amp;nbsp;hay and I have a field full of grass. I love breakfast time. &lt;br /&gt;Human is being silly again. She keeps checking I am warm......erm I have my winter&amp;nbsp;natural fur coat on human. It's waterproof and really really thick. I can fluff it up to trap air if it's colder and flatten it down if it gets a bit warmer. Clever huh?....nice of her to worry but really human it's not necessary.&lt;br /&gt;More food is always welcome though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-59218318279898625?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/59218318279898625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=59218318279898625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/59218318279898625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/59218318279898625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/7th-december.html' title='7th December'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cb1Wq2Sywns/Tt8y5Y_4WgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5y43UyV_oXo/s72-c/breakfast.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-671890773033597844</id><published>2011-12-05T16:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-05T16:16:05.617Z</updated><title type='text'>5th December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDx3edQz58o/Ttzr8jhKejI/AAAAAAAAAPA/FNKRRhW18Ic/s1600/DSCF0184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDx3edQz58o/Ttzr8jhKejI/AAAAAAAAAPA/FNKRRhW18Ic/s320/DSCF0184.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am bored. I am fed up. I am lonely and I want my real human back. I want to take her out and about exploring the wilds of Nottinghamshire together again. &lt;br /&gt;Human loves this photo. She has it on her desktop to remind her of our adventures over the years. &lt;br /&gt;Only 4 weeks until new Rosie arrives. She is travelling a long way to be near her human. I would travel to the ends of the earth to be with mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23years ago humans father had a bleed into his brain on 15th Nov. He died on the 5th December. Human knows how lucky she has been but wishes the hospital would get a move on and do that super scan so they can get on and fix her head.&amp;nbsp; Human hates not being able to ride. She hates not being able to drive and have to rely on others to transport her about. She is very grateful for all the offers of help but still wants to be back doing it all herself.&amp;nbsp;At least it's winter and she isn't missing all the nice riding weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-671890773033597844?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/671890773033597844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=671890773033597844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/671890773033597844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/671890773033597844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/5th-december.html' title='5th December'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDx3edQz58o/Ttzr8jhKejI/AAAAAAAAAPA/FNKRRhW18Ic/s72-c/DSCF0184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-697486538860542993</id><published>2011-12-04T07:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-04T07:36:17.413Z</updated><title type='text'>3rd December</title><content type='html'>New Rosies human came and rode again today. We went in the school and I showed off again how wonderfully responsive and clever I am. Then .... now this isn't fair given I had been working hard in the school......she only wanted me to take her out down the bridlepath. &lt;br /&gt;I did it because I am wonderful like that. It was soooooooo windy. NRW is so light I was worried she might get blown off! Phew she didn't. &lt;br /&gt;My human has changed what I have for my breakfast. This new stuff is yum yum yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-697486538860542993?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/697486538860542993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=697486538860542993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/697486538860542993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/697486538860542993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/3rd-december.html' title='3rd December'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-4192578043593014177</id><published>2011-12-04T07:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-04T07:33:29.485Z</updated><title type='text'>2nd December</title><content type='html'>Oh oh oh it's all frosty here this morning. Well I suppose it is December. &lt;br /&gt;I got to take the new Rosies human out again today. By myself! She rides so nicely. Not once did I argue about which way we were going. I did try and encourage her to take me in the fields but she wouldn't. Uh oh another stroppy human alert!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-4192578043593014177?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/4192578043593014177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=4192578043593014177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/4192578043593014177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/4192578043593014177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/2nd-december.html' title='2nd December'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-3272023606415605604</id><published>2011-12-04T07:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-04T07:30:51.060Z</updated><title type='text'>30th  November</title><content type='html'>The Stallion brought human to me this morning. They didn't stay long. Just long enough to bring me some breakfast with a veggy&amp;nbsp; feast and some hay. &lt;br /&gt;YMF had sent a swede for me. I love swedes. And I love YMF's boyfriend. He thinks swedes are "stupid vegetables" and won't eat them. Hence I got swede. Keep up the good work Jay xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-3272023606415605604?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/3272023606415605604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=3272023606415605604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/3272023606415605604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/3272023606415605604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/12/30th-november.html' title='30th  November'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-2126099116783896834</id><published>2011-11-27T13:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-27T13:37:07.616Z</updated><title type='text'>27th November</title><content type='html'>Ooooh lots of visitors today. The Stallion and YMF came with human. I came straight in to my room for a munch. Hadn't been in long when Norm the wonderful back man and saddle fitter turned up to stuff my saddle a bit more. It's gone a wee bit flat since he sorted it last. Human was unable to try it out as she is banned from riding for now. &lt;br /&gt;It was nice to have so many humans all making a fuss of me. &lt;br /&gt;After Norm had gone I went back to my field. Human moved the fencing so I have more grass. Yummy. I didn't bother following her to the gate today. I was too busy eating. &lt;br /&gt;The Stallion took lots of photos of me and YMF kept saying how beautiful I am. She is correct I am beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-2126099116783896834?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/2126099116783896834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=2126099116783896834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/2126099116783896834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/2126099116783896834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/11/27th-november.html' title='27th November'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-6759622153693692707</id><published>2011-11-26T11:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-26T13:32:42.907Z</updated><title type='text'>26th November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YMmkc0qkMkA/TtDqXTtxPFI/AAAAAAAAAO4/sxFY-EMyLPs/s1600/DSC00899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YMmkc0qkMkA/TtDqXTtxPFI/AAAAAAAAAO4/sxFY-EMyLPs/s320/DSC00899.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Uh oh human is leaking again. Just as well I have lots of winter fluff to mop it all up. I don't understand the cuddling and leaking at the same time. Is it me making her leak? I don't normally have that effect on humans. I wish I could keep her here in the field with me. I could watch out for her then and take real care of her. I would even share my grass with her. Now that's not something you&amp;nbsp; hear me say very often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-6759622153693692707?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/6759622153693692707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=6759622153693692707' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/6759622153693692707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/6759622153693692707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/11/26th-november.html' title='26th November'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YMmkc0qkMkA/TtDqXTtxPFI/AAAAAAAAAO4/sxFY-EMyLPs/s72-c/DSC00899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-784427063931521715</id><published>2011-11-25T20:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-25T20:09:43.884Z</updated><title type='text'>25th November</title><content type='html'>A different sort of day today. Human came and got me later than usual but still nice to see her. I walked her back to the yard and went in my room for a munch. &lt;br /&gt;Then I got to give a human a ride. My new field mate (who hasn't arrived yet) it was her human. She is so light I kept forgetting she was there. She rides beautifully which makes it a pleasure to carry her. Not the same as my very own human though. &lt;br /&gt;I spent the time showing off how wonderful I am. I thought if I did it might encourage my human to get back on board. She isn't allowed to ride just yet but it won't hurt to give her a taste of what she is missing will it? &lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long it will be before I can take my human out for one of our wonderful adventures again. It depends on what the horsepital find at her next scan and if she has to have invasive brain surgery or if they can do it another way. &lt;br /&gt;I do miss taking human out but I am doing a very good job of keeping her spirits up. Lots of cuddles and I follow her around the field, stick to her like glue I do. Just so she knows how much she is missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-784427063931521715?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/784427063931521715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=784427063931521715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/784427063931521715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/784427063931521715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/11/25th-november.html' title='25th November'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-5692876462138567735</id><published>2011-11-23T08:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-23T08:45:03.125Z</updated><title type='text'>22nd November</title><content type='html'>Human came on her own again today. She has to come on the bus as she can't drive. She brought me some breakfast. I followed her round the field while she cleaned it. We had lots of cuddles again today. I was sad to see her go and stood by the gate watching her walk away. I wish I was going with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-5692876462138567735?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/5692876462138567735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=5692876462138567735' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/5692876462138567735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/5692876462138567735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/11/22nd-november.html' title='22nd November'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-861936168153829534</id><published>2011-11-23T08:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-23T08:42:34.141Z</updated><title type='text'>21st November</title><content type='html'>Human came on her own today. I had got myself caught up in the fencing last night and managed to get onto my winter grass. Oops. It was yummy yummy yummy. &lt;br /&gt;Human sorted out the fencing. Took her ages. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't come in though. We just had lots of cuddles in my field.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-861936168153829534?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/861936168153829534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=861936168153829534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/861936168153829534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/861936168153829534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/11/21st-november.html' title='21st November'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-3207043501209452567</id><published>2011-11-20T12:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-20T12:31:17.632Z</updated><title type='text'>19th November</title><content type='html'>The mystery of the missing human has been solved and I don't like it one bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been in horsepital. Something is not right in her head......well I could have told them that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has some weak areas in the blood vessels in her brain which have leaked blood into her brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is out of horsepital now and came to see me today. Frankies human brought her here in her car as human can't drive. She isn't well at all. Nuggets human cleaned my field, wouldn't let human do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange things......human doesn't like tea any more, she doesn't want to eat anymore, she can't remember things, even things that have just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worried. I don't know what's going to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-3207043501209452567?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/3207043501209452567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=3207043501209452567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/3207043501209452567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/3207043501209452567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/11/19th-november.html' title='19th November'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-7125386661480052486</id><published>2011-11-20T12:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-20T12:30:21.312Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am very confused. I haven't seen human in days. Lots of other humans keep coming to my field and cleaning it/giving me food/moving the fencing so I can have more grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my human. Where is she? Why won't anyone tell me what's going on? Even my boy Nuggets human came to see me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-7125386661480052486?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/7125386661480052486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=7125386661480052486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7125386661480052486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7125386661480052486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-very-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-454512207355018728</id><published>2011-11-14T15:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-14T15:15:54.974Z</updated><title type='text'>14th November</title><content type='html'>Human was late yet again today. I can forgive her because she brought the Grandfoal with her. The Grandfoal brought apples. Yum. &lt;br /&gt;They cleaned my field and checked the water trough. The Grandfoal scooped out all the leaves that had fallen in there. What a good girl she is. &lt;br /&gt;I walked down to the yard with them both. They popped some lunch in the oven. While it was cooking I got my hooflets cleaned out and I got brushed. &lt;br /&gt;The Grandfoal went and sorted out my lunch, human sorted out some hay. I went in my room for a munch while human and the Grandfoal had their lunch. &lt;br /&gt;Then it was on with my headcollar and back to my field. I really don't spend enough time with the Grandfoal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-454512207355018728?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/454512207355018728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=454512207355018728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/454512207355018728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/454512207355018728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/11/14th-november.html' title='14th November'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-2179460768137103333</id><published>2011-11-13T21:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-13T21:49:31.923Z</updated><title type='text'>13th November</title><content type='html'>Human has been out all day yet again today. YMF has been competing at the British Tetsudo Championships. Her team won the team even but poor YMF got injured so had to withdraw. She is very battered and bruised. She needs to cold hose that leg. That's what we horses do when we injure our legs. Feels sooooooooo nice.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully I will be able to show you a photo when the Stallion finally sorts them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So human didn't come down until it was dark again today. Seeing her hunting for droppings in the dark with just a torch to see by is so funny. &lt;br /&gt;She brought me a bucket with some supper in it. Yum. AND even though it was late and dark still managed to move the fencing posts so I can have some more grass. What a star human. I was a little disappointed that the Grandfoal didn't come to see me. She is staying with human again tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-2179460768137103333?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/2179460768137103333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=2179460768137103333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/2179460768137103333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/2179460768137103333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/11/13th-november.html' title='13th November'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-689893722238757376</id><published>2011-11-13T09:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-13T21:42:44.187Z</updated><title type='text'>12th November</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness how early was human? She turned up what was almost the middle of the night for goodness sake. I will forgive her as she brought me some breakfast.....or should that be mid-night feast?&lt;br /&gt;She cleaned my field. I went and stood ready by the gate but no. Not coming in today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Seems the humans are off to something called "Your Horse Live"&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.yourhorse.co.uk/your-horse-live-2011/"&gt;http://www.yourhorse.co.uk/your-horse-live-2011/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;. Well a dead horse isn't any good is it? Hmm looks interesting. Not sure I would like it though. Doesn't look like there is much grass there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Much much later on ..... it was dark....human turns up again. With a torch in her hand. Funny bright light so she can see to clean my field again. And give me a cuddle along with a few treats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-689893722238757376?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/689893722238757376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=689893722238757376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/689893722238757376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/689893722238757376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/11/12th-november.html' title='12th November'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-4843686929305813890</id><published>2011-11-13T09:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-13T21:41:57.381Z</updated><title type='text'>11th November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Today is the day we all remember those who have died in wars. Many of my ancestors were taken to be war horses. Very few returned! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMMHcDoSfi4/TsAy-xy7yPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/u0GJUn3mT-Q/s1600/10936_1296701262213_1370791570_30841960_4135474_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMMHcDoSfi4/TsAy-xy7yPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/u0GJUn3mT-Q/s320/10936_1296701262213_1370791570_30841960_4135474_n.jpg" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took human out, we went with Frank and his human. A different way to yesterday, along another bridlepath. Oh no......a wolf this time. I felt human tense up and I was on high alert. It had a sensible human and&amp;nbsp;was on a lead and we went past ok. That settled human a bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't go too far, just as far as the space centre. Turned round and came home. No more dogs were seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new friends human turned up. My new friend is called Rosie. She is about the same age as me and is arriving in about 6 weeks time. I look forward to meeting her. Isn't she pretty? Her human is a very very pretty girl as well, who rode Bracken. She looks like she rides really nicely. I like humans that ride nicely it's so much easier. Wouldn't change my human though even though she often rides like a sack of potatoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-4843686929305813890?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/4843686929305813890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=4843686929305813890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/4843686929305813890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/4843686929305813890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/11/11th-november.html' title='11th November'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cMMHcDoSfi4/TsAy-xy7yPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/u0GJUn3mT-Q/s72-c/10936_1296701262213_1370791570_30841960_4135474_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-9092346513520520542</id><published>2011-11-13T09:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-15T07:19:13.073Z</updated><title type='text'>10th November</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5385f274daccb8d6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5385f274daccb8d6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330348931%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D645ED4097D65295A641958A4D23BD4E4123A6F5.7662E5A1727145C0B5302E78301258572F3882A0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5385f274daccb8d6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAge4WSKmRtX0HMeAFfytImeZbpI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5385f274daccb8d6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330348931%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D645ED4097D65295A641958A4D23BD4E4123A6F5.7662E5A1727145C0B5302E78301258572F3882A0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5385f274daccb8d6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAge4WSKmRtX0HMeAFfytImeZbpI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh my oh my what a day. I had to save humans life. No really I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It all started when I came out my field with human. These two nasty agressive dogs flew at me. Lucky for me they were on leads. However their owner had another dog only a little terrier thing but it wasn't on a lead and kept barking at me and running at me. Me bovvered? Pah! One boot from my hooflet and little terrier would have been history. I didn't but could have done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I came in and got brushed and dressed for riding. Human had a cuppa (nothing new there then) and off we set. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trotonline.co.uk/forum/images/smilies/rider.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nda="true" src="http://www.trotonline.co.uk/forum/images/smilies/rider.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went down the bridlepath. The weather was nice and we were having a lovely time when who should we see........oh no only the two agressive dogs NOT ON LEADS!! Human sensibly suggested we turn round, well I was just turning when the damn things flew at me. I wasn't hanging around and needed to get human out of there asap. I was running for our lives. They didn't go so I upped the gears and went even faster just praying human stayed on board. If she had come off they would surely have eaten her. Not a nice end for a human. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Amazingly human managed to stay on board. She was a little motivated to do so.. I managed to outrun them by going in the farmers field. Phew what a very very scary moment that was. Human suggested we stay in the field next to the hedge as if we went back on the bridlepath they would have been able to see us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Human started to calm down a little and who should we see coming towards us? Only the grumpy farmer. He doesn't like horses in his field, not that we were treading on his crops or anything but it's his field so he can say what he likes. He pulled up alongside us and told us to get back on the bridlepath. Human explained why we were there and he wanted descriptions of the dogs and to know where they were as he has had 4 sheep killed recently!! He wasn't a happy man. He allowed us to stay in his field as it was safer for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;When we left his field he had pulled up next to the bridlepath. Looked like he was waiting for the dogs and their human. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We flew up the hill trying to put as much distance between us and the dogs as we could. We got home safely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I was so hot and sweaty when we got back. Human gave me some hay, I must have used up millions and millions of calories saving humans life so needed to replace them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Human put my special rug on that dries me off so I don't get a chill and I munched. Human had more tea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Frankies human rang to say she was on her way and did human want anything bringing. "Brandy" was the response. She got chocolate biscuits instead haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Human was very proud of me for taking care of her. I was very proud of human for not going all wibbly wobbly and managing to not fall off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We live to ride another day......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Message to dog walkers.......horses ride on bridlepaths. Keep your dogs under control at all times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-9092346513520520542?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/9092346513520520542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=9092346513520520542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/9092346513520520542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/9092346513520520542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/11/10th-november.html' title='10th November'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-7541393512678283972</id><published>2011-11-09T16:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-09T16:12:24.206Z</updated><title type='text'>9th November</title><content type='html'>Human was a little later than normal today. She had been shopping to find a new lock for the tea room. The hardware shop in the nearby village didn't have anything suitable so going to be a day or two until she can get to a big diy shop. No matter it has a lock on and that's all that matters. Can't have anyone stealing their tea bags can we?&lt;br /&gt;Human chopped down some docks that were interfereing with my fencing and dug up some of those nasty plants she found in my field. &lt;br /&gt;She did the usual cleaning and checking of water before I came in with her to my room. She cleaned my feet and brushed the mud off me before letting me have a munch on some hay. I have gained a little weight which is good. Human was getting her knickers in a twist about me going into winter so slender. I need a bit of weight to see me through the winter when the grass is not so nutritious. I will have plenty of hay if I need it so I am not going to starve. &lt;br /&gt;I got dressed for riding. It's a very bleak, grim, grey day today so I got my own hi-viz on. Human had hers on. She has pink, I have yellow. I would prefer pink but it's not to be. &lt;br /&gt;We did the triangle ride. That isn't a long ride but it's all roadwork. The first bit is along a busy main A road which can be a bit hairy at times. Not today though. Not a lot bothers me on the roads, human isn't quite as relaxed about it all as I am. On the way home, we were almost back when I nearly died of shock. Human actually let me stop and eat an apple that had fallen from a tree. Goodness me wonders never cease. &lt;br /&gt;We got back without incident. I got some yummy breakfast when we got back and human had.....oh yes TEA!&lt;br /&gt;Back out to my field and bye bye human. See you tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-7541393512678283972?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/7541393512678283972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=7541393512678283972' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7541393512678283972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7541393512678283972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/11/9th-november.html' title='9th November'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-2977282216220935304</id><published>2011-11-08T18:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T18:36:25.893Z</updated><title type='text'>8th November</title><content type='html'>Things seemed a bit odd with no Lu around. Human came down early and brought me in. Strange I thought as she hadn't cleaned my field.&lt;br /&gt;I went in my room with a big pile of hay. There was a drama when the humans couldn't get the lock to the tea room undone. I have told you how much tea they all drink. Luckily a hoofyman was on the yard and he managed to get the lock off but a new lock will be needed. A temporary one has been put on the door for now. &lt;br /&gt;After a quick tea, human disappeared. She came back at one point for more....yes you guessed it....TEA! Then off again. &lt;br /&gt;She came back for me early afternoon. I was pleased to see her as my hay pile had mysteriously all gone. Don't know where that went I'm sure. &lt;br /&gt;ooooooh my field has all changed. All Lu's fencing has been taken down, well actually it was my fencing that Lu's human had been using. My field is all sorted now for the winter. It's been set up to make it easy for human to ration my grass intake so that the grass will last me all winter. I would rather just have it all now and human can give me hay later on if it runs out......wouldn't that be better? &lt;br /&gt;She did give me a little more grass today but not much. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will have a new friend soon. &lt;br /&gt;Lu's human has gone and left Lu's stable still all full of muck and mess. Her cute little droppings still in there to remind me of her. How sad to see them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-2977282216220935304?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/2977282216220935304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=2977282216220935304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/2977282216220935304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/2977282216220935304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/11/8th-november.html' title='8th November'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-3751274294338142934</id><published>2011-11-07T20:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:35:11.694Z</updated><title type='text'>7th November</title><content type='html'>Human was here early again. I came in after my field had been cleaned. Lu came in soon after. She will never be going out to our field again. I felt so very very sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DxwEERLZQY8/TiK_xwNGtPI/AAAAAAAAAK8/hjRjaqNmrt4/s1600/281358_10150240940496932_639486931_8027211_5465578_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DxwEERLZQY8/TiK_xwNGtPI/AAAAAAAAAK8/hjRjaqNmrt4/s320/281358_10150240940496932_639486931_8027211_5465578_n.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robbie and I took our humans out for a ride. We went down the bridlepath and were very naughty. We went in the farmers field so Robbie could have a trot on good ground to help his poorly legs. We didn't go on any crops or anything just stayed on the very edges we aren't that silly but the farmer doesn't like us there. Hope he can't tell whose hoof prints are whose or we could be in trouble. I will blame the humans, they keep telling us they are the ones in charge. Note to human: If you are going to ride somewhere you shouldn't it's not a good idea to be decked up to the eyeballs in hi-viz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;When we came back I had a nice munch and a final chat with Lu before going back to the field. It was so empty. I called out to her hoping she was still in there even though I had just left her in the stable. I went and stood by the gate to her part of the field and remembered. It was so empty in there. I feel so very very very sad that I will never see my little friend again. I hope she remembers all I have taught her and that life (and humans) are kind to her. &lt;/div&gt;A sad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-3751274294338142934?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/3751274294338142934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=3751274294338142934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/3751274294338142934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/3751274294338142934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/11/7th-november.html' title='7th November'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DxwEERLZQY8/TiK_xwNGtPI/AAAAAAAAAK8/hjRjaqNmrt4/s72-c/281358_10150240940496932_639486931_8027211_5465578_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-7606728987580458067</id><published>2011-11-07T20:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:23:46.543Z</updated><title type='text'>6th November</title><content type='html'>Human was down early again today. The sun was shining. After my field had been cleaned I came in with her. Frank and Bracks were already in. Then in came Robs.&lt;br /&gt;All of us except poor Bracken got dressed and took our humans out. We did the big triangle ride. Just at the point where we turn back towards home is a farm with sheeps and DONKEYS! Oh my goodness what a racket they make. I didn't know whether to freeze or run. Human said it was ok they wouldn't hurt me. She was right but I didn't like the noise they made. &lt;br /&gt;We all made it back ok.&amp;nbsp;We all got some munch when we got back while the humans drank tea. They do drink an awful lot of the stuff. &lt;br /&gt;A very pretty human came to the yard. I walked back to my field and she came with us. Seems she has a girl same age as me who wants to come and live with us. That will be nice. I don't like being on my own .....yes I know I am not really on my own but you know what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;She won't be coming for a while about 8 weeks. She&amp;nbsp; has been poorly. She went to live with some other humans for a while who didn't take care of her. She still hasn't recovered and may even never recover enough to take her human out and do the things they used to do. &lt;br /&gt;A good human is worth it's weight in gold. There are a lot of good humans. Sadly far too many not good ones too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-7606728987580458067?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/7606728987580458067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=7606728987580458067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7606728987580458067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7606728987580458067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/11/6th-november.html' title='6th November'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-1975939204654168828</id><published>2011-11-07T20:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:16:18.629Z</updated><title type='text'>5th November</title><content type='html'>Human was very late today but oh joy of joys she had the Grandfoal with her. The Grandfoal had my breakfast with an extra apple in it for me. Have I told you&amp;nbsp; how much I like the Grandfoal? She even went off and came back with another apple when I had eaten all my breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;They cleaned my field and topped up my water. Then went off to see Bracken. The Grandfoal likes Brackern.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-1975939204654168828?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/1975939204654168828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=1975939204654168828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/1975939204654168828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/1975939204654168828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/11/5th-november.html' title='5th November'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-5340977146626613232</id><published>2011-11-04T11:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-04T11:57:33.956Z</updated><title type='text'>4th November</title><content type='html'>Human is a softy, human is a softy. Shhhh don't tell her I know. I won't melt in the rain. Thousands of years of evolution have equipped me well. It's not even cold, nor windy. &lt;br /&gt;It's been really heavy rain here so I of course was wet. Well that's what happens when it rains isn't it? I have an amazing waterproof coat that if you actually part my hair down by my skin you will see I am not wet on my skin only on the outside of my winter fluff. &lt;br /&gt;Human brought me in to dry off. Who am I to complain about going in my room and spending the morning munching yummy hay whilst having a lovely looking boy aka Frankie in the room opposite for me to look at. &lt;br /&gt;Long may it continue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mystery of the missing poo has been solved. A man who lives in the village has an allotment in the next village. He nabbed it for his plants. Human has told him where my poo pile is in my field so he can come help himself to well rotted stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-5340977146626613232?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/5340977146626613232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=5340977146626613232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/5340977146626613232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/5340977146626613232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/11/4th-november.html' title='4th November'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-2675488980019195581</id><published>2011-11-04T07:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-04T07:45:49.975Z</updated><title type='text'>3rd November</title><content type='html'>Human was her usual early self today. She did the normal stuff like cleaning then we set off to the yard. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays mystery of the bucket and gloves became clear. I love my human sometimes. She had only gone and harvested a bucketful of nettles for me. They were awaiting me in my room along with some hay and a nice bowl of breakfast with apples. I have heard the Stallion has brought me another bag of apples. Hurrah for the Stallion. &lt;br /&gt;Frankie and Bracken were already in their rooms. Human brushed the mud of me.....that I had spent ages stragetically placing there....and cleaned my hooflets. &lt;br /&gt;Off she went to help Frank and Bracks human with altering their trick fencing. &lt;br /&gt;When she came back I went back to my field having had yet another day off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f164/auntyfred/Lu/DSC00557.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f164/auntyfred/Lu/DSC00557.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Guess what? Lu's human has changed her mind again. Lu is moving Monday now! I can't keep up with these changes can you? I kept looking at her little face this morning and wondering what her future holds. I really hope fate is kind to her. I have been very very lucky. I have only had 3 humans in all my life. All of them have been kind to me. Lu has already had 8 humans and that was in just the first 3 years!! One of them only had her for an hour! Yep just one hour! Sadly I think she will struggle. The human she is going to booted her in the ribs once when she wouldn't stand still, it doesn't bode well does it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-2675488980019195581?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/2675488980019195581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=2675488980019195581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/2675488980019195581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/2675488980019195581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/11/3rd-november.html' title='3rd November'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f164/auntyfred/Lu/th_DSC00557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-6489489396269886380</id><published>2011-11-04T07:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-04T07:32:00.268Z</updated><title type='text'>2nd November</title><content type='html'>Human was here early again today. She did the usual cleaning and stuff then I came in to the yard with her. &lt;br /&gt;Straight away she started cleaning my hooflets and brushing my fluff. I got dressed and took her out down the bridle path. &lt;br /&gt;Off we set. Through the village. Oops I needed to "go". The villagers get upset when we "go" on the road. Human said it was ok, she would pick it up after we had got back. There is no legal requirement to pick up droppings from the roads but they do it as a curtesy to the villagers. Not that they bother about using my field and my grass as a dog toilet! &lt;br /&gt;We had a lovely ride. When we were almost to the end we saw a loose dog ahead of us. Human decided we were better off turning for home as we were almost at the end anyway. So we did. Well we flew home. I was well up for it. I did start to run out of puff at the top of the hill but that was ok we were almost back on the road anyway. &lt;br /&gt;Back down the road and oh my oh my. My droppings had gone. Human said someone must have had them for their roses. Why roses would want them is beyond me. Plenty more where that came from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to my field, human took a bucket and some gloves. Strange I thought as my droppings had already been picked up. What was she up to? She didn't do anything with them just brought them into my field then took them back out again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-6489489396269886380?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/6489489396269886380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=6489489396269886380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/6489489396269886380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/6489489396269886380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/11/2nd-november.html' title='2nd November'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-7868232101568989705</id><published>2011-11-01T07:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-01T17:31:24.731Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gotcha Day'/><title type='text'>1st November Happy Gotcha Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OH YES, YES, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;YESSSsssss&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-827d5603b3edcaee" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D827d5603b3edcaee%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330348931%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A930D92DEE6FB557F37E89BEA1884A4B664AB9.39001C197E49A9F91567A1841E5954FCD5582B62%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D827d5603b3edcaee%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLlZ6ALY_B897Vnc85VP_QOEIAFM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D827d5603b3edcaee%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330348931%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A930D92DEE6FB557F37E89BEA1884A4B664AB9.39001C197E49A9F91567A1841E5954FCD5582B62%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D827d5603b3edcaee%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLlZ6ALY_B897Vnc85VP_QOEIAFM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NMXJLIArHo/Tq_BZ2j_efI/AAAAAAAAAOA/nmKeRePmVTw/s1600/DSC00878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NMXJLIArHo/Tq_BZ2j_efI/AAAAAAAAAOA/nmKeRePmVTw/s320/DSC00878.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My happy gotcha day breakfast. How cute 6 mini apples, one for each year. That human is such a softie at times. ﻿I saw human come in the field. Actually I heard her coming so was ready for her. I wondered if I was going to be asked to work today. But no. She had my yummy breakfast and I got lots of cuddles. Human likes running her hands through my winter fluff. She cleaned my field and topped up my water. That was it. All I have to do now is spend the rest of the day eating and enjoying my last few days with Lu. Now it seems she is going next Tues. Her human changes her mind everyday it seems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-7868232101568989705?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/7868232101568989705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=7868232101568989705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7868232101568989705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7868232101568989705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/11/1st-november-happy-owner-versary.html' title='1st November Happy Gotcha Day'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--NMXJLIArHo/Tq_BZ2j_efI/AAAAAAAAAOA/nmKeRePmVTw/s72-c/DSC00878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-4980282831491627857</id><published>2011-10-31T14:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-10-31T14:36:37.716Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Country Park.'/><title type='text'>31st October</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-egYm5IxFViY/Tq6vdN5W93I/AAAAAAAAAN4/nWPzUvmFf6A/s1600/country+park.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-egYm5IxFViY/Tq6vdN5W93I/AAAAAAAAAN4/nWPzUvmFf6A/s400/country+park.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came in early today and waited in my room. My goodness it's warm out there. I was sweating just standing in my room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robbie and I took our humans out round the country park today. Heavens the traffic was awful. Lots of scary huge rattley lorries going too fast and too close. I wasn't happy. &lt;br /&gt;We were out for ages, it's a long route but very pleasant if it weren't for silly traffic who seem to have not read the highway code in regards passing horses on the road. &lt;br /&gt;My humans hi viz even says on the back.....PLEASE PASS WIDE AND SLOW. Clearly the lorry drivers can't read. Human by this time had a death grip on the reins. I do wish she would relax a bit. I might not like it but I know not to do anything silly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Robs and I got very sweaty. The humans were able to take their coats off, we can't do that. Still it's better than being shaved for the winter....human I am hoping won't shave me. I try and keep cool so she can see I need my winter woolies, not sure it's working though. &lt;br /&gt;When I got back I dried off a bit, had a nice munch and the much promised apples.....human has said if we got back together rather than parting company I could have some apples. &lt;br /&gt;When I went back to my field I had the most wonderful roll. It's such a stress reliever. Humans should try it. Nothing better than a good roll in the field after exercise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-4980282831491627857?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/4980282831491627857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=4980282831491627857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/4980282831491627857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/4980282831491627857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/10/31st-october.html' title='31st October'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-egYm5IxFViY/Tq6vdN5W93I/AAAAAAAAAN4/nWPzUvmFf6A/s72-c/country+park.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-378270361020621008</id><published>2011-10-31T07:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-10-31T07:37:09.138Z</updated><title type='text'>30th October</title><content type='html'>Normal service has been resumed. Human was down early this morning. I came in rather soggy and went in my room for a munch. I had planned on taking human out with Frankie and Robbie again. But the Stallion needed the car by a certain time and we just didn't have enough time to go out and get back before human had to go. However I have grass in my field, lots of grass so it's not all bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sad thing. Lu is going....on the 12th October. I am so sad. What has made me really sad is that her human has told other people but hasn't had the common decency to tell my human. Yes this is the human who didn't bother to turn up on Friday after my human had made a special effort to be there to help her YET AGAIN! The human who let my human stack all 50 bales of hay by herself and didn't stack a single one. The human who my human stayed until 8pm to help her sort out the trick fencing. The human who my human had a row with the Stallion when she pinched the car to come over to help her when Lu was showing signs of laminitis. The list goes on. &lt;br /&gt;I am so glad this human is going. She upsets my human over and over and doesn't do her share of the communal jobs. I am however going to&amp;nbsp;miss Lu and worry over her future. Bloody humans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-378270361020621008?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/378270361020621008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=378270361020621008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/378270361020621008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/378270361020621008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/10/30th-october.html' title='30th October'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-7583064273162494567</id><published>2011-10-31T07:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-10-31T07:30:21.204Z</updated><title type='text'>29th October</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f164/auntyfred/Bracken_arrival_30june11/DSC00862.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f164/auntyfred/Bracken_arrival_30june11/DSC00862.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my no human this morning. I wasn't expecting that. Where is she? I do hope she isn't ill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Frankies human popped in with wee Iggy to see I was ok. But where is my human? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;She finally turned up just as it was getting dark. She made amends for not coming earlier by moving the fence to allow me to have more grass. So I think I can forgive her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So where was she? Well YMF is getting married and human, YMF and YMF's prospective MIL had gone shopping for a dress. Seems when humans get married they wear fancy clothes. All day to buy a frock? Blimey! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f164/auntyfred/DSC00864-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ida="true" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f164/auntyfred/DSC00864-1.jpg" width="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She said it was funny as there was a female who was dressed in Jods and Jacket. Along with high heels? Clearly not a real horse person. They wear accessories like hay in their hair and have "horse" for their perfume. Can you imagine this person cleaning my field and scrubbing out a slimey trough? Would love to see her trying in those heels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-7583064273162494567?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/7583064273162494567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=7583064273162494567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7583064273162494567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7583064273162494567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/10/29th-october.html' title='29th October'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f164/auntyfred/Bracken_arrival_30june11/th_DSC00862.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-2197907347303956212</id><published>2011-10-28T19:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T19:37:19.368+01:00</updated><title type='text'>28th October</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--MYvkJOz8HQ/Tqr0ynlW9pI/AAAAAAAAANo/GZyEeSnJnsw/s1600/DSC00852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--MYvkJOz8HQ/Tqr0ynlW9pI/AAAAAAAAANo/GZyEeSnJnsw/s320/DSC00852.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Took human out with Robbie and Frankie for a nice ride. We went past the space centre. Bet you would be scared wouldn't you? Well I'm not. The noisy drier things were there again today. It's been really warm today. You can see the sun is shining can't you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dAjFlvW2j6w/Tqr1JGjPhnI/AAAAAAAAANw/Mze7PdjPXM0/s1600/DSC00847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dAjFlvW2j6w/Tqr1JGjPhnI/AAAAAAAAANw/Mze7PdjPXM0/s320/DSC00847.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The humans spent ages this morning cleaning a room for Bracken. It was left really dirty by the last horse in there, even it's hay was still in the hay rack. Yuk. The humans washed it all out and put smelly stuff that kills nasty bacteria down. It looks blooming wonderful now. Human says she will do my room in the spring, she might even paint it for me. That would be nice wouldn't it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-2197907347303956212?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/2197907347303956212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=2197907347303956212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/2197907347303956212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/2197907347303956212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/10/28th-october.html' title='28th October'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--MYvkJOz8HQ/Tqr0ynlW9pI/AAAAAAAAANo/GZyEeSnJnsw/s72-c/DSC00852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-4158270144599565595</id><published>2011-10-27T17:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T21:07:23.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>27th October</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JLUeSlsD8eo/TqmNHZ9bbeI/AAAAAAAAANQ/x5NgfdiQSzk/s1600/DSC00839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: right; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JLUeSlsD8eo/TqmNHZ9bbeI/AAAAAAAAANQ/x5NgfdiQSzk/s320/DSC00839.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmmmm yum brambles were on the menu today. There are lots growing round the edge of my field. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I got really wet last night.....well actually that's not quite true. It rained a lot. A real lot. I have a brilliant floofy winter coat. It keeps me dry. I might look went on the top but underneath I am warm and dry. Clever innit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I had a much needed visitor today. The Grandfoal. I love the Grandfoal. She stayed and helped human clean my field and do the water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Lu was all loving to human today. Snuggling up to her and giving her kisses. We are going to miss Lu when she goes. Did I tell you she is going in a few weeks? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I will be back to being on my own again. **sigh** Robbie and Rosie will be in sight. So I don't mind too much just prefer to have a friend with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-4158270144599565595?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/4158270144599565595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=4158270144599565595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/4158270144599565595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/4158270144599565595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='27th October'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JLUeSlsD8eo/TqmNHZ9bbeI/AAAAAAAAANQ/x5NgfdiQSzk/s72-c/DSC00839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-5799612830568512494</id><published>2011-10-26T19:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T19:13:54.138+01:00</updated><title type='text'>26th October</title><content type='html'>Human came down not super early today but still early enough. For some reason the trick fencing had been turned off, Lu's human was messing with it last night so perhaps didn't turn it back on properly. &lt;br /&gt;Human did the jobs and I came with her to the yard. &lt;br /&gt;I got dressed and took human out. We did the triangle ride. Oh my goodness so many noisy, fast vehicles. None that bothered me. Two police cars went speeding past with lights and sirens. Normally they turn the sirens off but can't have seen us soon enough and going by how fast they were travelling it was no surprise. &lt;br /&gt;A big bin lorry stopped across the road and started all the noisy bin stuff just as we were passing.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of fast noisy lorries that should know better. A tractor going very fast. Normally tractor drivers slow right down. Just not this one. And a strange one. A normal car going very very fast. Human called it a boy racer but I couldn't see any boys being raced. Driver had dark glasses on and his cap on back to front. Human pointed at the driver and asked him to slow. He did! What a good boy. &lt;br /&gt;We made it back in once piece despite all the traffic. &lt;br /&gt;On the way back to my feild after I had had some breakfast and got undressed, we met 3 little girl humans. They came running up to me asking if they could stroke me. I am all for that.&lt;br /&gt;They walked a little way with us to the field. I love these little girls, they found a bucket of windfall apples and fed me several. Yum. They did ask human first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-5799612830568512494?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/5799612830568512494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=5799612830568512494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/5799612830568512494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/5799612830568512494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/10/26th-october.html' title='26th October'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-1576897773461198314</id><published>2011-10-25T15:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T03:04:37.164+01:00</updated><title type='text'>25th Ocotober</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f164/auntyfred/blog/DSC00828.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f164/auntyfred/blog/DSC00828.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well I came in quite early today. My boy Nuggets human was there on the yard. I got my feet cleaned and a bit of a brush and went in my room for a munch. I was waiting for Tom the hoofy man to come and give me new shoes and trim my little hooflets. &lt;br /&gt;After Tom had gone human had to rush off to pick up the Grandfoal. She had been on a pony morning. She was all excited as when they were out on their hack they found some sheep that had escaped from their field. The Grandfoal on little Spikey had to help round up the sheep and herd them back to their field. As the only rider who could ride alone she had quite a part to play. Go Grandfoal haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human came back after dropping the Grandfoal off at her other Grans farm. She got out her camera thing and put my saddle on but not done up. She needed lots of photos for her saddler friend to look at. Human is not convinced it is fitting ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was back to my field. I stopped on the way for a munch on all the lovely nettles that are growing along the route. Yum. I like nettles. They are full of iron and very good for me too. Now if only human could eat as healthily as I do.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-1576897773461198314?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/1576897773461198314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=1576897773461198314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/1576897773461198314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/1576897773461198314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/10/25th-ocotober.html' title='25th Ocotober'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f164/auntyfred/blog/th_DSC00828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-3907913527491140862</id><published>2011-10-24T17:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T17:23:43.915+01:00</updated><title type='text'>24th October</title><content type='html'>Ooooh a wonderful day off with breakfast in my field. Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-3907913527491140862?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/3907913527491140862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=3907913527491140862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/3907913527491140862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/3907913527491140862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/10/24th-october.html' title='24th October'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-6475589371397482228</id><published>2011-10-23T13:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T18:37:45.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>23rd Ocotober</title><content type='html'>Human was down very early again today. Yet again I came in at the same time as Frank. I had a wee munch on some hay then got dressed to take human out. &lt;br /&gt;We went out on our own this morning. Not far thank goodness......I am still a bit tired from yesterday. I did everything human asked but to be honest my heart just wasn't in it. Human didn't push it. I think she realised I was still recovering from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;We passed a labrador that didn't get put on it's lead. It came round the back of me, had a sniff then walked alongside us for a bit until we reached it's human.&lt;br /&gt;In the distance I could see a human and a couple of dogs. Then they disappeared. We thought they had gone on a public footpath but couldn't see them over the hedges. When we got to where they were up they popped. Bit scary just popping out like that. Dog walkers often do that. Move out the way for us which is very&amp;nbsp; nice but then they hide which is&amp;nbsp; scary when they just appear out of nowhere, especially if I hadn't noticed them. &lt;br /&gt;I did a bit of trotting and a very short half hearted canter on the way home. Once round the village and I was home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4LIwRvNerw/TqRQTUx8m8I/AAAAAAAAANI/BFUtpEHkUi4/s1600/DSC00770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4LIwRvNerw/TqRQTUx8m8I/AAAAAAAAANI/BFUtpEHkUi4/s320/DSC00770.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breakfast was waiting in my room. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human came with me to my field. She spent some time putting another bigger huge water bucket in my field, cleaning my field and pulling up some more nasty plants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I will get tomorrow off.....maybe not. Most likely Tues as the wonderful lovely Tom the hooofy man is coming. I love Tom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-6475589371397482228?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/6475589371397482228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=6475589371397482228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/6475589371397482228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/6475589371397482228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/10/23rd-ocotober.html' title='23rd Ocotober'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4LIwRvNerw/TqRQTUx8m8I/AAAAAAAAANI/BFUtpEHkUi4/s72-c/DSC00770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-339022626174662108</id><published>2011-10-22T19:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T19:51:22.417+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big triangle ride'/><title type='text'>22nd October</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TO2ZqDB1WEY/TqMOZvF-1FI/AAAAAAAAANA/7dXFoOVrqew/s1600/big+triangle+4miles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TO2ZqDB1WEY/TqMOZvF-1FI/AAAAAAAAANA/7dXFoOVrqew/s400/big+triangle+4miles.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Human was down very early again today. She looked like she should have stayed in bed! Half asleep she was. She did the usual cleaning of field and topping up my water before I came in to my room.&lt;br /&gt;We were going out on a long ride today with Robbie and Frankie plus their humans. &lt;br /&gt;The weather was perfect. Not too warm as I have my winter woolies on. Not to windy but still a nice breeze. The sun was shining. The traffic on the busy main road was well behaved. No idiots speeding past. We turned off along the narrow road. I like this road. Lots of willow trees along it to have a quick bite en route. Some naughty human had dumped a load of rubbish along this road. Both boys were being silly about going past it. Not me. As if....&lt;br /&gt;Turn off towards home by the donkey farm. Back onto the main road again and almost home. &lt;br /&gt;Frankies human got off and walked once we got back to the village. My human didn't. &lt;br /&gt;I got a nice bowl of munch when we got back. &lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to my field to spend the rest of the day doing what I do best. Eating!&lt;br /&gt;The really really really great news is human had no pain at all in her hips. How wonderful is that? It's only a few weeks since she was thinking she would soon have to give up riding completely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-339022626174662108?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/339022626174662108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=339022626174662108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/339022626174662108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/339022626174662108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/10/22nd-october.html' title='22nd October'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TO2ZqDB1WEY/TqMOZvF-1FI/AAAAAAAAANA/7dXFoOVrqew/s72-c/big+triangle+4miles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-8916925347793158951</id><published>2011-10-21T17:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T17:46:33.361+01:00</updated><title type='text'>21st October</title><content type='html'>Human turned up early. She cleaned my field, then sorted out my water then went hunting for nasty plants. She went into the next bit of field I will be eating when she moves the trick fence and pulled up loads. &lt;br /&gt;I came with her to the yard and into my room. Oddly human then disappeared. Ah, ok, she went for a riding lesson. &lt;br /&gt;The plan was when she came back I would be going out with Frankie and Robbie and their humans. However my saddle wasn't sitting right so human had to alter it, by which time Frankie and Robbie had gone without me. &lt;br /&gt;So I took human in the school. We had a nice time. Me showing her how much I actually know and can do when she bothers to ask me properly. &lt;br /&gt;She dropped the reins and I had to guess where she wanted me to go with no reins to guide me. Haha human I am better at this game than you thought huh? I can feel a fly land on me so feeling what you are doing with your body and head makes it easy peasy to know where you want me to go. &lt;br /&gt;I did a bit of walking backwards and some trotting with human both rising and sitting and that was it. &lt;br /&gt;Back to my room for a bit more munch.&lt;br /&gt;Bracken was in the room next to me. He is so annoying. Not only did he bite my (beautiful) bum as I walked to my room but then kept teasing me by showing me that he had haylege and I didn't. Boys!!! I just pulled some faces at him to show him I really don't care what he thinks. Didn't stop him though. &lt;br /&gt;Then it was back to my field and all done for the day. A nice day with lots of time spent with human.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-8916925347793158951?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/8916925347793158951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=8916925347793158951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/8916925347793158951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/8916925347793158951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/10/21st-october.html' title='21st October'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-2758900051210077340</id><published>2011-10-21T17:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T17:39:06.567+01:00</updated><title type='text'>20th October</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to be going out with Robbie again today. Human turned up and cleaned my field then I went in my room and waited. And waited, and waited and waited some more. &lt;br /&gt;Eventually human rang Robbies human who informed her she had changed her mind and was too busy so wouldn't be riding. &lt;br /&gt;Not deterred by this I got dressed, human and I set off together. We went somewhere we haven't been before on our own. It involves a nasty right hand turn off a main A road and onto a bridleway. &lt;br /&gt;We were fine. When we got to the space centre there was an awful lot of noise, it was those horrid drier things had been put back again. I of course walked past them like they weren't even there. Brave aren't I? Well I had to reassure human it was ok, you know how nervous humans can be.&lt;br /&gt;We went all the way to the cemetary and then turned round. On the way back we trotted all the way back to the space centre, round past the scary noisy things and then a wonderful canter. Boy did I fly. Human was even riding like she knew what she was doing which makes it much easier for me to carry her.&lt;br /&gt;We had to wait for ages to be able to cross the busy A road to get back into the village. I of course stood patiently while first cars came one way then as soon as it was clear that way cars came the other. Very irritating. &lt;br /&gt;When we got back I was just a wee bit sweaty under my girth but that was all. I got a nice bowl of munch before going back out into my field.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-2758900051210077340?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/2758900051210077340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=2758900051210077340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/2758900051210077340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/2758900051210077340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/10/20th-october.html' title='20th October'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-8414353477408373639</id><published>2011-10-19T16:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T16:33:12.792+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone give my friend a home...</title><content type='html'>. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage"&gt;‎5 year old , approx. 13hh bright bay New Forest Mare for sale (Notts). Would make a fantastic project for a confident child/teenager or small adult. As a native, Lou is a very good doer and requires careful management at certain times of the year. Equally happy living out 24/7 or stabled during the day or night. Green in the school but lunges nicely and has been hacked out in company in W/T/C and is good in traffic. She can be moody at certain times of the month however is generally a very loving horse. Lou is looking for a calm, consistent and confident home where she an reach her full potential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage"&gt;This is the ad for Lu that Frankies human has written. I feel so sad that she really is going to be sold. I really hope she is lucky and finds a home with humans that will love her and take good care of her. I worry that she will find unkind humans. It happens such a lot. So scary. So if anyone knows of someone who would like to help bring out the loving side of Lu please get in touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:auntyfred@hotmail.com"&gt;auntyfred@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-8414353477408373639?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/8414353477408373639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=8414353477408373639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/8414353477408373639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/8414353477408373639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/10/someone-give-my-friend-home.html' title='Someone give my friend a home...'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-4996868644753648394</id><published>2011-10-19T16:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T16:26:44.538+01:00</updated><title type='text'>19th Ocotober.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZ0YuW4Ix2g/Tp7qh2IgyAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/6GmiaZy_oto/s1600/DSC00775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZ0YuW4Ix2g/Tp7qh2IgyAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/6GmiaZy_oto/s400/DSC00775.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Human turned up a little later than usual today. When she came in my field it was to find a bunch of human men standing around looking at the trees. She asked them what they were doing and they said they were there to chop down some trees and sort out the foliage that was on the telegraph pole. Ok so there were going to be men up ladders with chainsaws in my field while I was in there........not the best idea human thought. They said she was supposed to have been informed of this.......she wasn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a huge problem I would just come into my room for the day and go out later when they had finished. Off I went with human to my room and a HUGE pile of yummy hay to eat. I love my human....or should that be I love hay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human popped back to make sure the other horses weren't bothered by the men. As you can see little Lu wasn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human came and sat in my room with me, just me and her chilling out together while I munched on the hay. A nice bit of me and human time. I like these times. &lt;br /&gt;When Robbies human turned up we both got dressed to take out humans out. Which we did. It was nice out, cool enough for me not to get hot and sweaty with the sun still shining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back I went back in my room. Lu's human is going to take me back to my field later when the men have gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-4996868644753648394?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/4996868644753648394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=4996868644753648394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/4996868644753648394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/4996868644753648394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/10/19th-ocotober.html' title='19th Ocotober.'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZ0YuW4Ix2g/Tp7qh2IgyAI/AAAAAAAAAM4/6GmiaZy_oto/s72-c/DSC00775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-987481712193857945</id><published>2011-10-17T10:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T10:09:54.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>17th October</title><content type='html'>Human was down early today. She cleaned my field and topped my water up. I had a nice bowl of munch with carrot AND apple in it. &lt;br /&gt;That was it. A big hug from human and off she went.&lt;br /&gt;So seems yet another day to do&amp;nbsp; nothing. **sigh**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-987481712193857945?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/987481712193857945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=987481712193857945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/987481712193857945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/987481712193857945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/10/17th-october.html' title='17th October'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-4648834808451876357</id><published>2011-10-16T12:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T12:05:07.179+01:00</updated><title type='text'>16th October</title><content type='html'>Brr it was a bit chilly this morning. Human was supposed to be doing a flying visit today but the Grandfoal went to her other Grans house so human had a wee bit more time. So she decided I could take her for a wee plod. We were going to do the triangle ride.&lt;br /&gt;However, just as I was getting dressed Frankies human arrived and decided to join us. So I waited for him to come in and get dressed. &lt;br /&gt;Just as Frankie was getting dressed Robbies human arrived and decided to join us. So we waited for him to come in and get dressed. &lt;br /&gt;We all set off together. Human had trouble holding the reins properly because her finger is still all strapped up but she managed ok. &lt;br /&gt;We had just got off the main road and onto the bridlepath when we could see a horse and rider not doing anything just standing there. It was Bumble who lives not too far away from us. &lt;br /&gt;We went on our way. We didn't go very far and turned round at the space centre. On the way back Bumble was still there and her human was on the ground. Bumble was being rather strong today so her human had decided to get off. &lt;br /&gt;When we got back I got some yummies along with a couple of apples from the Stallion. They were yum. As soon as I had eaten I went back to my field. Human had been at the yard for 3hours by this time and needed to get herself back to her home. &lt;br /&gt;I like taking human out. I hope we soon get back to doing much more than we have of late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-4648834808451876357?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/4648834808451876357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=4648834808451876357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/4648834808451876357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/4648834808451876357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/10/16th-october.html' title='16th October'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1529864197549924912.post-7485125565904726857</id><published>2011-10-15T17:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T17:09:53.167+01:00</updated><title type='text'>15th October</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUCEkJnP77Q/TpmuskJn2sI/AAAAAAAAAMw/sKnPJUStWcY/s1600/DSC00769.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUCEkJnP77Q/TpmuskJn2sI/AAAAAAAAAMw/sKnPJUStWcY/s400/DSC00769.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You know I said I had more grass.......well this is what it looks like. Heaven in a field huh? Even after 3 days munching I still have loads and loads left. I like grass. &lt;br /&gt;Human paid a flying visit today. She cleaned my field and topped up my water. Then she pulled up some nasty plants that were growing in my field. She brought me a bucket of feed, just chopped hay and vits but it's very yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human got stopped by the man. He says there has been a complaint. Us horses are running in our fields. Blimey how dare we run in our own homes. Disgraceful behaviour by us horses. All I have to say Mrs Moany is if you don't like walking though the fields with horses in them then......................DON'T! ﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1529864197549924912-7485125565904726857?l=zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/feeds/7485125565904726857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1529864197549924912&amp;postID=7485125565904726857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7485125565904726857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1529864197549924912/posts/default/7485125565904726857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-adayinthelifeof.blogspot.com/2011/10/15th-october.html' title='15th October'/><author><name>Zoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07320245344972085329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sE1DtGl-WU8/TuetJh81_TI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OBTWndlElvg/s220/332910_10150395594621324_529696323_8617097_509871329_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUCEkJnP77Q/TpmuskJn2sI/AAAAAAAAAMw/sKnPJUStWcY/s72-c/DSC00769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
