<?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-2637429782824981034</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:24:21.430-08:00</updated><category term='Dogs'/><category term='today'/><category term='Camping'/><title type='text'>The Random Life Of A Dog Photographer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-757816255387271122</id><published>2011-05-16T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T12:06:20.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs and Pictures Meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;More Dog Pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For those of you who don't know, Snapshot and Diggity are brothers. "Border Collie/Australian Shepherd Tricolored Short hair males."&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(Love making that as long as possible)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Diggity quite the poser. When I get the camera out and say; "Wait," he freezes and looks at something in the&amp;nbsp;distance. He even perkes up his ears until I say "okay". Genious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Snapshot isn't as much of a poser&amp;nbsp;but he does enjoy rain--when he's in the rain he will kinda pose for the camera. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gotta love the dogs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Diggity: King of the Stump!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-up1DY_uKUlw/TdFhQJURuPI/AAAAAAAAAmA/49qbBOoF9Hs/s1600/005+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-up1DY_uKUlw/TdFhQJURuPI/AAAAAAAAAmA/49qbBOoF9Hs/s320/005+%25283%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Diggity: I posed him in the typical German Shepherd Pose. (I mean I &lt;em&gt;attempted&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-031hei6cV6s/TdFhdyN7ZwI/AAAAAAAAAmE/WVOQk3BvuII/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-031hei6cV6s/TdFhdyN7ZwI/AAAAAAAAAmE/WVOQk3BvuII/s320/024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Diggity: "What's that!?!?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EvStXhwMxzE/TdFhph7pR_I/AAAAAAAAAmI/F4fVL6cCYT8/s1600/292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EvStXhwMxzE/TdFhph7pR_I/AAAAAAAAAmI/F4fVL6cCYT8/s320/292.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Diggity: Frozen with his mouth open. He does this when he's excited and/or just barked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OOxcL6I3fkw/TdFh017OuzI/AAAAAAAAAmM/ZpN_tuFEQS0/s1600/baby+turkeys+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OOxcL6I3fkw/TdFh017OuzI/AAAAAAAAAmM/ZpN_tuFEQS0/s320/baby+turkeys+019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Diggity: Not to thrilled, posing in the Fall Leaves last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;gt;_0 his neck looks all puffy...I think he did that on purpose. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ILHrj0YgzEA/TdFiAt7iiEI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/QkxN5FZut2c/s1600/Digg-D+and+Snapshot+leaves+120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ILHrj0YgzEA/TdFiAt7iiEI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/QkxN5FZut2c/s320/Digg-D+and+Snapshot+leaves+120.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Diggity: Posing for me at the Ridge Sunset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vgodO-IUGC4/TdFiNgbjIAI/AAAAAAAAAmU/iJthvdNsja4/s1600/Diggity%252C+Snapshot+Silloet+165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vgodO-IUGC4/TdFiNgbjIAI/AAAAAAAAAmU/iJthvdNsja4/s320/Diggity%252C+Snapshot+Silloet+165.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Snapshot: Love this picture! Everything is so&amp;nbsp;glossy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GKvfIbJvkXI/TdFigv3AvII/AAAAAAAAAmY/eI-Z3GEsUqs/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GKvfIbJvkXI/TdFigv3AvII/AAAAAAAAAmY/eI-Z3GEsUqs/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Snapshot: In Black and White.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YfMdhOL0IAQ/TdFirXJpY4I/AAAAAAAAAmc/7A9gmDXxio0/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YfMdhOL0IAQ/TdFirXJpY4I/AAAAAAAAAmc/7A9gmDXxio0/s320/044.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Snapshot: Also posing in the leaves; taken shortly after his brother posed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hVqSos4dtXo/TdFi1QQkuDI/AAAAAAAAAmg/9wKRO1xzKTM/s1600/Digg-D+and+Snapshot+leaves+121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hVqSos4dtXo/TdFi1QQkuDI/AAAAAAAAAmg/9wKRO1xzKTM/s320/Digg-D+and+Snapshot+leaves+121.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Snapshot: Don't be fooled by his cuteness. He was chasing cats. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MT4f_CLw3Cs/TdFi_xEX6uI/AAAAAAAAAmk/b_Ia2Fls0iA/s1600/Fuhrman%2527s+Kittens%2521+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MT4f_CLw3Cs/TdFi_xEX6uI/AAAAAAAAAmk/b_Ia2Fls0iA/s320/Fuhrman%2527s+Kittens%2521+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Snapshot: Mud bath!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(And that's not slobber dripping from his mouth. He had just flung his head in and scooched along the bottom of the mud. I took the picture right before he streches his back legs out all funny. Ha ha! I'll try to post a video of it sometime!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LpIc8X3KgkI/TdFjJi18I0I/AAAAAAAAAmo/jqPDWYnLyfo/s1600/Simba%2527s+Pride+%2526+diggs+snap+comparison+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LpIc8X3KgkI/TdFjJi18I0I/AAAAAAAAAmo/jqPDWYnLyfo/s320/Simba%2527s+Pride+%2526+diggs+snap+comparison+019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hope you enjoyed it! Ya gotta love those wacky dogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-757816255387271122?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/757816255387271122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2011/05/dogs-and-pictures-meet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/757816255387271122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/757816255387271122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2011/05/dogs-and-pictures-meet.html' title='Dogs and Pictures Meet'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-up1DY_uKUlw/TdFhQJURuPI/AAAAAAAAAmA/49qbBOoF9Hs/s72-c/005+%25283%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-3251901700495590370</id><published>2011-05-06T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T08:08:03.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>No clue if anybody is following anymore--I know I haven't posted in like, a year! I have been SO busy and I think I may be able to start back up again. For starters-- I want to start posting pictures. YAY! PICTURES! I love macro. SO does my camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few to start out with--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gorgeous dewdrops on a wildflower!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LMjEoEqzA44/TcQEihr8zGI/AAAAAAAAAks/5GHeHLZxiO4/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LMjEoEqzA44/TcQEihr8zGI/AAAAAAAAAks/5GHeHLZxiO4/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pine Tree (little one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EwzkmfbXq7Q/TcQE4fOgQoI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-NhkmirVMes/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EwzkmfbXq7Q/TcQE4fOgQoI/AAAAAAAAAkw/-NhkmirVMes/s320/016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I like this shot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SrJVzlI02JQ/TcQFN9QnImI/AAAAAAAAAk0/yB8N_3Yr6Eg/s1600/062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SrJVzlI02JQ/TcQFN9QnImI/AAAAAAAAAk0/yB8N_3Yr6Eg/s320/062.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A mud pawprint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w4eMtOMgRHE/TcQF0oa6BVI/AAAAAAAAAk4/IFm4icCg5xI/s1600/091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w4eMtOMgRHE/TcQF0oa6BVI/AAAAAAAAAk4/IFm4icCg5xI/s320/091.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A cute little flower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2vUW-l20wsU/TcQGKPVruiI/AAAAAAAAAk8/DvtUhTomSWI/s1600/119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2vUW-l20wsU/TcQGKPVruiI/AAAAAAAAAk8/DvtUhTomSWI/s320/119.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Old rotting posts at the Coast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--424wniztis/TcQGxR4TZjI/AAAAAAAAAlA/fWwz4U8StTU/s1600/Beth+Moore+050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--424wniztis/TcQGxR4TZjI/AAAAAAAAAlA/fWwz4U8StTU/s320/Beth+Moore+050.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A large mushroom thingy with dewdrops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--4SOYOX_1pA/TcQHNbxfMXI/AAAAAAAAAlE/lPxff54pJyU/s1600/Diggity%252C+Snapshot+Silloet+061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--4SOYOX_1pA/TcQHNbxfMXI/AAAAAAAAAlE/lPxff54pJyU/s320/Diggity%252C+Snapshot+Silloet+061.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ice crystals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpOJrpJOfM/TcQHjr7X0hI/AAAAAAAAAlI/3Tj2xbkcycQ/s1600/Dogs+First+Winter+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpOJrpJOfM/TcQHjr7X0hI/AAAAAAAAAlI/3Tj2xbkcycQ/s320/Dogs+First+Winter+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Another plant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l0wnzH9mljk/TcQH49wPRUI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ijJQGy5RjTc/s1600/Hero+Dogs+029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l0wnzH9mljk/TcQH49wPRUI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ijJQGy5RjTc/s320/Hero+Dogs+029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not sure what kind these are but they're pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0yjjdFbICqs/TcQIvzZl44I/AAAAAAAAAlU/b4itmZoKSYA/s1600/indian+flower+068+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0yjjdFbICqs/TcQIvzZl44I/AAAAAAAAAlU/b4itmZoKSYA/s320/indian+flower+068+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Cute yellow flower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5YHKUtn55BI/TcQJEXVLKgI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Vv78euButkQ/s1600/my+MP3+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5YHKUtn55BI/TcQJEXVLKgI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Vv78euButkQ/s320/my+MP3+009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love these waterdrops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKpgdFsgit8/TcQJvq5FNUI/AAAAAAAAAlc/8uPP3WM2yYI/s1600/my+MP3+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HKpgdFsgit8/TcQJvq5FNUI/AAAAAAAAAlc/8uPP3WM2yYI/s320/my+MP3+015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;XP Poison Oak! Pretty when it's this color, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AkYLlKleUH8/TcQKFk9EkhI/AAAAAAAAAlg/irl55sgEv3E/s1600/Snapshot+and+his+Ball+063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AkYLlKleUH8/TcQKFk9EkhI/AAAAAAAAAlg/irl55sgEv3E/s320/Snapshot+and+his+Ball+063.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lady bug in our garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSzqDeHuw2o/TcQKdsxmcfI/AAAAAAAAAlk/XlZCSqRmk54/s1600/VBS+122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSzqDeHuw2o/TcQKdsxmcfI/AAAAAAAAAlk/XlZCSqRmk54/s320/VBS+122.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eww! Termite thingy. I like the macro on it, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l-KvdRwAZYs/TcQKwZbq4PI/AAAAAAAAAlo/mJ-iyLuERiQ/s1600/VBS+231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l-KvdRwAZYs/TcQKwZbq4PI/AAAAAAAAAlo/mJ-iyLuERiQ/s320/VBS+231.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Diggity--brother of Snapshot. He's my bro's dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cHmP-eRvYF0/TcQK1VpyS8I/AAAAAAAAAls/fRAn7CJ_JOE/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cHmP-eRvYF0/TcQK1VpyS8I/AAAAAAAAAls/fRAn7CJ_JOE/s320/029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My boy Snapshot Nikon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNbCEXBwZB0/TcQLWKgrpSI/AAAAAAAAAlw/zLTefCH-hFo/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNbCEXBwZB0/TcQLWKgrpSI/AAAAAAAAAlw/zLTefCH-hFo/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, okay. A LOT of pictures. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon!&lt;br /&gt;~Zoraz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-3251901700495590370?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3251901700495590370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2011/05/pictures.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3251901700495590370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3251901700495590370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2011/05/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LMjEoEqzA44/TcQEihr8zGI/AAAAAAAAAks/5GHeHLZxiO4/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-4422987739028270966</id><published>2011-02-26T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T08:08:49.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey there! I'm back!</title><content type='html'>I've been on a blogger break, as you know and I found something I want to share.&amp;nbsp;Voice is a blog I found (you might have already seen it before). It speaks out against animal cruelty and shows us proof of whats happening in the world today. It's sickening to look at/read, but this is the truth; we can't hide from it. Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;Check it out on my side-bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zoraz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-4422987739028270966?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4422987739028270966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2011/02/hey-there-im-back.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/4422987739028270966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/4422987739028270966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2011/02/hey-there-im-back.html' title='Hey there! I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-3301819437551346154</id><published>2011-02-11T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T13:18:22.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Notice:</title><content type='html'>So incredibly sorry about my 'contest' that never (figures) happened. I am going to do the contest&amp;nbsp;A.S.A.P&amp;nbsp;and I will be fixing up this blog for a while without posting. Hope to return soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Zoraz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-3301819437551346154?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3301819437551346154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2011/02/blogging-notice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3301819437551346154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3301819437551346154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2011/02/blogging-notice.html' title='Blogging Notice:'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-3677220431648860014</id><published>2010-11-29T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T08:39:00.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, hey!</title><content type='html'>Hey, fellow Bloggers! Great to see (hear?) from you! SO, as you see from my polls on the right side bar, I am planning on having a Animal Photography contest. And, if I can get more votes, I will decide whether or not to have it. I need at least two contestants. The goal is to take a really cute picture of an animal, a really awesome picture, or just a funny photo. But, the contets won't be held unless I get a few people that will join. ha ha! I remember how my LAST contest went. Sucky! THIS time I have everything planned. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sopossing the contest is held the first place prize is:&lt;br /&gt;Featured Blogger! Your blog picture and a (I will need a way to contact you. Email maybe?) interview with you about your blog, and your winning photo.&lt;br /&gt;Second place: A award and your picture posted, and your blog mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;Third place: &lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Your picture posted, and an award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lets get some voters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-3677220431648860014?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3677220431648860014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/hey-hey.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3677220431648860014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3677220431648860014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/hey-hey.html' title='Hey, hey!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-204165657775269079</id><published>2010-11-23T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T13:15:23.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*siiiiigggghhhhh*</title><content type='html'>I've got writers block... :( I am totally NOT oging to probably reach 20,000 on NaNo WriMo before it ends, but happily, most of you are likely going to finish!!! GO YOU GUYS! GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Next NaNo I am SOOOOOO going to think through my story, and it won't be about dogs. Hopfully i can get a good book idea. :D&lt;br /&gt;Good luck guys!&lt;br /&gt;-Zoraz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-204165657775269079?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/204165657775269079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/siiiiigggghhhhh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/204165657775269079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/204165657775269079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/siiiiigggghhhhh.html' title='*siiiiigggghhhhh*'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-3610282835978062174</id><published>2010-11-18T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:12:18.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NaNo WriMo:</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Alright!&lt;/u&gt; I hit 10,000 and this morning I got 11,237! Yaynessness!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy! I you want to friend me, search for Snapshotsdawg my Novel is Spy Dogs. Give me a link and I will friend you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-3610282835978062174?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3610282835978062174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/nano-wrimo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3610282835978062174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3610282835978062174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/nano-wrimo.html' title='NaNo WriMo:'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-1638786242273162039</id><published>2010-11-15T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T18:30:56.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NaNo Post!</title><content type='html'>Whoa! I am farther than I thought I'd get in my story. Sadly, I am only at 8,776 but I am about to write more. Cornet and Olive Tree are BLASTING ahead though! And so is HayHay! Go you guys! Go!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-NaNo WiMo Particapant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-1638786242273162039?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1638786242273162039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/nano-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/1638786242273162039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/1638786242273162039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/11/nano-post.html' title='NaNo Post!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-5814112442276993975</id><published>2010-10-27T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T08:00:52.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enternet errors..!!!</title><content type='html'>So sorry I haven't done the rest of the contest results (interview)!!!!!! The internet has been being really messed up for a few days and I've been super busy. Remind me not to do another contest until I have every detail and piece of information ready to go... :\ So sorry!&lt;br /&gt;Here's whats been up.&lt;br /&gt;I WENT TO A PHIL WICKHAM CONCERT! Really fun. And for those of you whom do not have a clue as to who he is: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phil_Wickham"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phil_Wickham&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;:) I can't download any pictures today but I will ASAP. Dream Chaser: No she is not the REAL Selena Gomez. WOW! IF Selena Gomez was following MY blog...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :O Cool! Well....I don't think she is the real Gomez.....Not that I'm aware of....&lt;br /&gt;Nela: Thanks! I'll be heading over in a momento to check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If your writing a book what would be the title, plot, and characters? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to right the book for NaNo WroMo. I'm not sure what it's going to be called. Or what the charecters will be named. The plot is that these two kids find this secret world. Where magic is real, Dragon's exist and Princes and Princesses are held 'captive' by evil witches and Fairy's are born in buttercups in fields.&lt;br /&gt;2. What animal would you prefer to be for a day?&lt;br /&gt;I would LOVE to be a Dog. Maybe a Cat but preferably a dog. Knowing what dogs know, but being able to realize that I am really a human. It would be awesome to be able to sniff out a human. LOL! And freak out the cats! I'd like ot see how nice it is to run 25 miles an hour for a mile with out slowing down (he's a border Collie) and be able to see what it's like to live in the moment and not ahve a clue to what the crazy huma is screaming at when I'm sitting in a pile of shredded trash.&lt;br /&gt;3. Did you ever have a baking disaster? (like the cake didn't turn out right, or the cookies were too thin, etc) If you did, what happened? &lt;br /&gt;Brownies. No sugar. Need I say more? I forgot to double the sugar and i noticed the brownies weren't gone in five minnutes. (lol) And yeah, it took five days to finish them all.....&lt;br /&gt;4. Whose you favorite Christian singer?&lt;br /&gt;Phil Wickham, Toby mac, FFH (undone!) None more come to mind but I kow there's others.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tell about your favorite birthday celebration that you've personally experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well, it doesn't say mine so; My friend Emily is 9 and her sister, April is my age. April and I last year, threw a surprize party for her. I made a cake, and got some streamers and stuff and we decorated a room and then braought her in. Were going&amp;nbsp; to do the same thing in two days. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is something you've done that you never thought you'd do?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh! Don't remind me! At the fair, there is this ride where it sort of smins, while it starts moving back and forth and it gets higher and higher until it is almost strieght up. It doesn't flip but it's terrible! Everytime I even think about it I get a head ach. I used to have this dream (don't laugh. It's not funny! :) ) where I'm on a rop swing and it goes really high, and as i fall it goes slack and then jerks me off. I HATE all those dreams of falling..! By the way; I didn't wanna be on the rope swing!&lt;br /&gt;7. If you could add any person to Mount Rushmore, who would you add and why?&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh.....I don't know. I actually have never even seen mount Rushmore.&lt;br /&gt;8. If money were no obstacle, what would be the perfect birthday gift to receive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Dog. Or a horse. Or maybe a cow......naw. A dog. I'd name him Scrawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag: &lt;br /&gt;Cornet&lt;br /&gt;Horsefeathers&lt;br /&gt;Nature Freak&lt;br /&gt;Kiki&lt;br /&gt;HayHay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-5814112442276993975?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5814112442276993975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/10/enternet-errors.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/5814112442276993975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/5814112442276993975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/10/enternet-errors.html' title='Enternet errors..!!!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-7038282320079024698</id><published>2010-09-11T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T15:27:18.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest!</title><content type='html'>Firstly, thanks for entering. Secondly; LETS ROLL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TIu-lZoImwI/AAAAAAAAAcE/nOLcOmizcFA/s1600/Snapshot+water+%2B+waking+up+scary+033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TIu-lZoImwI/AAAAAAAAAcE/nOLcOmizcFA/s320/Snapshot+water+%2B+waking+up+scary+033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TIvAl6ZlpuI/AAAAAAAAAcM/2r8efZUBg9A/s1600/Hero+Dogs+399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TIvAl6ZlpuI/AAAAAAAAAcM/2r8efZUBg9A/s400/Hero+Dogs+399.JPG" width="372" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Notice the snake on the far left corner! :D 9 buttons on it!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TIvDiuRe9JI/AAAAAAAAAcU/jaFWEiUBsfY/s1600/Pad+And+Sophie+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TIvDiuRe9JI/AAAAAAAAAcU/jaFWEiUBsfY/s320/Pad+And+Sophie+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Awwww! My dog and my brother's dog; posing! ):)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-7038282320079024698?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7038282320079024698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/09/contest_11.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7038282320079024698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7038282320079024698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/09/contest_11.html' title='Contest!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TIu-lZoImwI/AAAAAAAAAcE/nOLcOmizcFA/s72-c/Snapshot+water+%2B+waking+up+scary+033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-7462822017834310035</id><published>2010-09-04T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T14:06:27.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONTEST!</title><content type='html'>Caption Contest! Tell your friends and family! Sign up here, if I can get five people (at least) to enter I will post the Picture you will caption. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First place is: Featured Blogger along with a interview&amp;nbsp;(along with anouncing your blog name&amp;nbsp;to everybody.)&amp;nbsp;and an award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Place is: A award and a interview the following week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third is: An award.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-7462822017834310035?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7462822017834310035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/09/contest.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7462822017834310035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7462822017834310035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/09/contest.html' title='CONTEST!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-3466866668242375531</id><published>2010-09-02T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T19:36:47.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I've been away so long! I've been super busy. A long time ago (a year or so) my dad found roadkill on the side of the road to work. An OTTER! He got it, took it to work and a guy skinned it for him. Dad took it home (Forgot to flesh it.) and preserved it with salt. I now am trying to rehydrate it and make a nice soft rug for my hardwood floor of my room. Ahhhhhhhhh! That would be so nice to step on....Exept for me just wondering if I would forget I put it there and freak out and scream thinking I stepped on a live animal in the middle of the night...yeesh. Anyhoo, I was just going out to do that. See ya guys later! Heres some pics for now!&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TIBdSJe8XSI/AAAAAAAAAbk/D__U91IHtaY/s1600/119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TIBdSJe8XSI/AAAAAAAAAbk/D__U91IHtaY/s400/119.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have NO clue as to what kind of flower this is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TIBdUiGEChI/AAAAAAAAAbs/VbGH2wcjxY0/s1600/Corn,+Fireworks,+Snapshot+062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TIBdUiGEChI/AAAAAAAAAbs/VbGH2wcjxY0/s400/Corn,+Fireworks,+Snapshot+062.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Some flowers in a vase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TIBdlVeoMiI/AAAAAAAAAb0/EtLwax-wHaA/s1600/057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TIBdlVeoMiI/AAAAAAAAAb0/EtLwax-wHaA/s320/057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of Sophie's puppies! All grown up now. His name is Scout!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Ciao for now!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;-Zoraz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-3466866668242375531?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3466866668242375531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/09/sorry.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3466866668242375531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3466866668242375531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/09/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TIBdSJe8XSI/AAAAAAAAAbk/D__U91IHtaY/s72-c/119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-688685510746057279</id><published>2010-08-27T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T10:58:21.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero Dogs!</title><content type='html'>Our dogs started barking their Alarm Bark and so I went outside. Diggity jumped in front of me and Snapshot came to my side. I looked over and oh my goodness oh my soul, cornered next to the porch was..!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;A HUGE RATTLESNAKE WITH 8 BUTTONS! And it looks like one button broke off! Thank goodness for guns I can't post pictures right now because 1: My time is up. And 2: these particualar photo's won't load. Funny... I'll see if I can post them tomorrow or later today! &lt;br /&gt;God bless!&lt;br /&gt;-Zoraz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-688685510746057279?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/688685510746057279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/08/hero-dogs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/688685510746057279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/688685510746057279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/08/hero-dogs.html' title='Hero Dogs!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-897398268398112103</id><published>2010-08-20T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T16:53:55.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camping'/><title type='text'>The Beach!</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to show you some random pictures of my goofy dog, Snapshot and his crazy brother, Diggity. They really are a pair! :) The cart picture is one that I took when we went camping. I REALLY like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You see a feather that was obviously put there in the sand. &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;see a feather that I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; was put there in the sand and had it's picture taken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TG7IBsdQgnI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HsONE2RtqnE/s1600/Camping+149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TG7IBsdQgnI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HsONE2RtqnE/s320/Camping+149.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let's just say . . . Birds like this rock...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TG7GivM1BAI/AAAAAAAAAac/KcR00c_hRd8/s1600/Camping+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TG7GivM1BAI/AAAAAAAAAac/KcR00c_hRd8/s320/Camping+013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Our campsite is behind me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TG7GCVaZGCI/AAAAAAAAAaU/zQMAxKcF5yk/s1600/Camping+041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TG7GCVaZGCI/AAAAAAAAAaU/zQMAxKcF5yk/s400/Camping+041.JPG" width="372" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I like this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TG7HOLFSFRI/AAAAAAAAAak/gHgHns-JdxQ/s1600/Camping+076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TG7HOLFSFRI/AAAAAAAAAak/gHgHns-JdxQ/s320/Camping+076.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And now: The Dogs!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sophie. My Miniature Schnauzer who disapeared a while before (or after -can't remember) Christmas. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TG7E63F4wDI/AAAAAAAAAaE/u41Aike023M/s1600/Pad+And+Sophie+033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TG7E63F4wDI/AAAAAAAAAaE/u41Aike023M/s320/Pad+And+Sophie+033.JPG" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Grr. Sorry the pictures look smushed! I don't know if they are going to strieghten out when I post this but if they don't, sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sophie And Diggity, Posing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TG7D-sV5wlI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/o3SCqI-A-t8/s1600/Pad+And+Sophie+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TG7D-sV5wlI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/o3SCqI-A-t8/s400/Pad+And+Sophie+009.JPG" width="400" /&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "He said WHAT!?!??!?!!??!?!?!?!"&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TG7FnutvgDI/AAAAAAAAAaM/fIy50nZDsrU/s1600/Snapshot+water+%2B+waking+up+scary+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TG7FnutvgDI/AAAAAAAAAaM/fIy50nZDsrU/s400/Snapshot+water+%2B+waking+up+scary+008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And my favorite one, The Carts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing was edited on this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TG7wuxoAM4I/AAAAAAAAAa8/8IRKrvcF1q8/s1600/Camping+103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TG7wuxoAM4I/AAAAAAAAAa8/8IRKrvcF1q8/s640/Camping+103.JPG" width="595" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;-Zoraz&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-897398268398112103?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/897398268398112103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/08/beach.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/897398268398112103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/897398268398112103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/08/beach.html' title='The Beach!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TG7IBsdQgnI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HsONE2RtqnE/s72-c/Camping+149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-7022024795221261595</id><published>2010-08-13T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T20:49:12.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diggity gets a BATH!</title><content type='html'>Diggity LOVES (HATES!!!!) baths! Look at his face; GLOWING with the thought of his NEXT bath! He just ADORES them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TGYR9oPI_oI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Nb06PMCzJ9c/s1600/313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TGYR9oPI_oI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Nb06PMCzJ9c/s400/313.JPG" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ha ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-7022024795221261595?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7022024795221261595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/08/diggity-gets-bath.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7022024795221261595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7022024795221261595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/08/diggity-gets-bath.html' title='Diggity gets a BATH!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TGYR9oPI_oI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Nb06PMCzJ9c/s72-c/313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-6347628073364579933</id><published>2010-08-02T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T21:49:33.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah.....!</title><content type='html'>This is a beautiful photo of a giant American flag in Arizona .. The photo is authentic, UN-Touched and was taken on regular Kodak 35mm film. The person who took the Picture couldn't believe the image created by the suns rays. Nice of them to share it with the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TFeeAyQFSkI/AAAAAAAAAZg/LzQIk06orO4/s1600/securedownload.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="492" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TFeeAyQFSkI/AAAAAAAAAZg/LzQIk06orO4/s640/securedownload.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who prefer to think that God is not watching over us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and delete this. &lt;br /&gt;For the rest of us.. Pass this on!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;God Bless you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-6347628073364579933?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6347628073364579933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/08/woah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/6347628073364579933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/6347628073364579933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/08/woah.html' title='Woah.....!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TFeeAyQFSkI/AAAAAAAAAZg/LzQIk06orO4/s72-c/securedownload.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-4169593905292805845</id><published>2010-08-01T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T09:59:28.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2: Edited And Added.</title><content type='html'>TWO MONTHS LATER . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shara had four half grown puppies. Splash, a brown and tan male wolf pup with white feet, nose, belly and tail tip. Kira, a female with the same markings as Splash only black and white. Spike, black with white feet, white tail and a white blaze. And Zora. A female with white feet, tail underside, belly and muzzle. The rest of her was black. Shara had overcome the fact that Kiba was dead. She was teaching the cubs to be strong and brave! She flopped down on the grass while the puppies splashed in the puddles near the river. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Careful, Splash!" she warned. Splash had wandered across the grass, over the slippery mud and into the rushing water. He splashed his paw into the water, trying to catch a minnow that was swimming past. He looked up as his mother called. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, mom!" he called. The puppies were always obedient. As he ran back up the steep side he slipped on the wet mud and went sliding back down to the rapid moving water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mo-o-o-om! Help me!" Spike and Kira looked up in unison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom! Splash fell in the rapids!" Spike barked urgently. But Shara had already bolted over to the water and thrown herself in, ears and eyes searching for any sign of Splash. She spotted him clinging to some rocks, and she swam downstream towards him. Spike, Zora and Kira huddled together nervously. If he slipped off those rocks . . . the water fall behind it was extreemly deep. The water threw the devoted mother onto the rocks. Shara spotted Splash and paddled over to him. She picked him up by the scruff of his neck and swam easily to the shore. Kira, Spike and Zora were waiting in the shallows and helped her bring him up. The pups looked up at Shara and blinked. Shara swallowed hard and returned they're anxious stare. Then Zora asked the question that was on all of their minds. "Is he okay?" Shara swallowed again and shook her head; as if to clear what had just happened from her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think so." she looked down at splash. He gave a low moan and coughed. His eyes flickered open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm fine. I just swallowed lots of water." Splash coughed and then got to his feet. His mom nuzzled him and then stood back as he shook his fur dry. Zora, Spike and Kira crowded around him full of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did you fall in?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you slide down the mud like mom told us not to?" Zora stared scepticly at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Was the water cold?" Splash pretended to glare at Kira, who had asked if it was cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." he pretended to snap. "it was perfectly warm." Kira pretended to bare her teeth and be indignant. "Just as I thought." she said smugly as she turned on heel. The other puppies and Shara watched with interest as Splash Sneaked up behind her and pushed her in a slightly deep puddle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is the water warm? Because mine was freezing!" Splash pranced away as Kira spluttered and laughed good naturedly and soon they all joined the splashing game. Shara lay back and rested in the sun to dry her fur. She watched as they splashed each other in he shallows. Splash seemed to recover fast. Last week he had hurt himself on the slippery river rocks. the wound healed in a night. Does he have a secret power? A strength that I don't know about? Do they all? Shara thought with interest. Suddenly she sat bolt upright. Her fur stood up along her back and her whole pelt prickled uncomfortably. Splash. Water. Healing fast. She blinked uncertainly. What does it mean? Does he have a power? she gasped as she realized that this might mean she and her pups could defeat Datar! Splash chose the wrong moment to pounce on her leg. Already tense, she jumped into the air whiriling around and cuffing Splash on the head. He went tumbling down the slope to the puddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Splash!" Shara gasped at her stupidity of hitting her own pup. In a few leaps she was at the bottom of the slope. She stopped Splash and held him steady as he shook his head and wobbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you okay?" she asked. Splash nodded but stared at her nervously, as if she was some poisonous snake and he didn't know when she would strike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, Splash. I was thinking and . . . well, I was to involved in my thinking. I thought that you were an enemy or something." Shara looked embaressed and Splash grinned. Relief showed in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay. I'm fine." Splash looked over and saw the rest playing, oblivious to what had just happened. "let's keep this between us though." Shara returned her young pup's grin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a deal." they nuzzled each other for a moment before Splash ran off to play. Suddenly Shara realized how much he looked like Kiba. Tears rushed to her eyes and she walked up the hill. She slumped down on the grass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-4169593905292805845?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4169593905292805845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/08/part-2-edited-and-added.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/4169593905292805845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/4169593905292805845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/08/part-2-edited-and-added.html' title='Part 2: Edited And Added.'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-4681191489719143529</id><published>2010-07-26T15:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T15:13:29.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shara's Story: Part Two:</title><content type='html'>TWO MONTHS LATER . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shara had four half grown puppies. Splash, a brown and tan male wolf pup with white feet, nose, belly and tail tip. Kira, a female with the same markings as Splash only black and white. Spike, black with white feet, white tail and a white blaze. And Zora. A female with white feet, tail underside, belly and muzzle. The rest of her was black. Shara had overcome the fact that Kiba was dead. She was teaching the cubs to be strong and brave! She flopped down on the grass while the puppies splashed in the puddles near the river. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Careful, Splash!" she warned. Splash had wandered across the grass, over the slippery mud and into the rushing water. He splashed his paw into the water, trying to catch a minnow that was swimming past. He looked up as his mother called. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, mom!" he called. The puppies were always obedient. As he ran back up the steep side he slipped on the wet mud and went sliding back down to the rapid moving water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mo-o-o-om! Help me!" Spike and Kira looked up in unison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom! Splash fell in the rapids!" Spike barked urgently. But Shara had already bolted over to the water and thrown herself in, ears and eyes searching for any sign of Splash. She spotted him clinging to some rocks, and she swam downstream to him. She picked him up by the scruff of his neck and swam to shore. Kira, Spike and Zora were waiting in the shallows and helped her bring him up. He was unconcious by now and he had a huge gash on his shoulder and left hind leg. The pups looked up at Shara and blinked. Shara swallowed hard and returned they're anxious stare. Then Zora asked the question that was on everybody's mind. "Is he going to make it?" Shara swallowed again and shook her head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. I just don't know." she looked down at splash. He gave a low moan and coughed. His eyes flickered open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-4681191489719143529?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4681191489719143529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/sharas-story-part-two.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/4681191489719143529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/4681191489719143529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/sharas-story-part-two.html' title='Shara&apos;s Story: Part Two:'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-3258048642296056698</id><published>2010-07-15T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T16:52:20.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My story entry!</title><content type='html'>Kiba looked up to the sky and threw his head back and let out a long sorrowful howl. His leader had just been killed by an enemy pack. He felt so confused inside. What now? Who would be the next leader? This was so sudden. None of them had planned for this. He tried to think of what to do next. Where was the rest of the pack? He had to find them, make sure they were safe. He had to get to his mate, Shara! What if they were attacked again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there was a growl. Kiba whirled around and saw a wolf in the shadows, but could not tell who it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Still mourning for the flea-bitten 'king'? You act just like a newborn pup!" the intruder sneered. Kiba's lips rose into a snarl and his fur stood up along his spine. The wolf spoke again. "You see how 'powerful' your leader was? Ha! Everybody knows he was not the best wolf to be leader. I was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiba was curious. "And who do you think you are?? You speak lies. Every wolf in the pack greatly respected Minu!! He was also my friend. Who are you to speak like this!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange wolf came closer. He had lots of gray in his fur and his left ear had a chunk out of it. He had many scratches on his muzzle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You stupid young pup," he snarled. "You know nothing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiba growled and stomped his front feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange wolf continued, "You might know more about your wolf ancestors if you were not so ignorant. Did you know Minu's father? or were you never taught anything about your leader?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiba was outraged. Who was this to be speaking to his fallen leader like this? He needed to teach this wolf a lesson. "Who are you?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am Datar. Minu's older brother. Our father left Minu to be leader instead of me and banished me from this land, many years ago. It was all a betrayal. I was supposed to be leader." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiba was silent. He never knew Minu had an older brother. Wolf pack leaders left their oldest son to be head of the pack. If what Datar said was true, then Minu may have not been as noble and moral as Kiba had thought. Confusion swam in his head. Who could he trust? Did it even matter? He just wanted to get back to Shara, his lovely mate. He was tired of fighting enemies and worrying about the pack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well you were banished! I am next in line. Minu said so!" Kiba jumped forward snarling as he spoke. "So back off! This is the reason you weren't king. You betray your own blood just for power! Raaaaaaah!" Kiba launched himself at Datar furiously. Datar, completely unprepared for such a bold attack, fell backwards with a yelp. Kiba was thoroughly enraged now. "You will not speak of my king that way!" Datar jumped back and recovered enough to speak. "Your so called 'king' was the runt of the litter! He shouldn't have been alive. Minu was the youngest and I was the oldest! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiba stopped mid-jump. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The runt?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datar sneered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes young cub! I had a right to be king but Minu said I wasn't strong enough and was too power hungry. He didn't understand that to be a powerful king you need to know your own strength. He was weak and gave the throne to my brother at an early age. Minu was foolish and banished a powerful member of the pack. Me!" Datar turned his head halfway and spoke to something behind him. "Back off female! This isn't your fight!" Kiba whirled around. Shara was standing in all her glory in the moonlight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Datar. I knew you'd be behind this cowardly attack. What do you want, Flea-pelt?" she snarled. Kiba jumped in front of his mate as Datar stepped forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Back off Shara. This is your final warning. I won't say it again." Datar glared at them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiba was nervous for his mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shara. Please! Your cubs. You need-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shara cut in. "To rest? To go lie down? To let you fight to the death yourself with me standing by watching? No! I won't watch you die like I did with our king. Enough is enough and the fighting must stop." Datar sat down and yawned in mock boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take your relationship disputes somewhere else. I'm here for a reason and if you get in my way, you will be sorry." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiba stood next to Shara and looked questioningly into her eyes. He could see she was mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said under his breath, "We can't let him do this. Shara?" Shara wasn't looking at him. She was looking over her shoulder. Kiba heard a noise too. "What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly 2 more wolves sprang of the trees and lunged toward them. "Hold the female down!" Came a growling order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiba all the sudden felt a blunt pain in his shoulder. Datar had leaped onto his back when he wasn't looking and he sank his teeth viciously into Kiba. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO!!" He wiggled with all his might and flipped Datar over. It wasn't easy, Datar was a bigger and more mature fighter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shara screamed. "No Datar!! NO!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiba tried to pin down Datar but he wasn't strong enough. He tried biting his attacker's leg as Datar lunged at his throat and tore into his flesh with all his might. Kiba yelped loudly at the intense pain. Datar's teeth ripped and yanked and the pain was almost unbearable. Kiba tried to focus and see where Shara was, but he was losing a lot of blood and he felt lightheaded. The darkness was getting darker and his eyes filled with tears. "No....I can't leave my beautiful Shara. The puppies. My pack..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could faintly hear Shara barking and howling and crying for her mate but he couldn't react. He hoped she would be ok. Datar still had his teeth sunk into Kiba's neck as blood flowed out onto the grass. Kiba's body stopped squirming and lay still. Datar unhooked his grip and stepped off of his contender. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He licked his lips and laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See who's more powerful now, stupid pup?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt so alive. He was the pack leader now! He sat back and let out a loud victory howl at the sky. The two dogs that held down Shara let go of her and also joined in the howl. Shara was injured but not badly. She looked around frantically, looking for her handsome mate and the father of her puppies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dark and hard to see. She bounded over to where they had been fighting and tripped over a warm motionless body lying in a pool of blood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw his beautiful eyes staring seemingly lifelessly up at her and she couldn't breathe. How did this happen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't die. She had puppies to take care of. A few yards away the enemy dogs still howled their victory, Datar still had Kiba's blood on his fur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She closed her eyes and blinked tears. And ran for her life into the dark woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shara choked on sobs as she ran as fast as possible with her large stomach. A new thought worried her. She stopped and stared up at the sky. Kiba! You can't leave me. Where are you? What happened? Shara screamed into the sky."Ki-i-i-iba-a-a-a!!! Why did you leave me? What about the puppies? I can't do this on my own!" Shara choked on her sobs and tears streamed down her face. She flung herself to the ground in agony. "Kiba." she whispered. "I can't. I just can't do it . . ." sobs rocked her body. Her pain seemed so unreal. But it was real. . . . &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;TWO MONTHS&amp;nbsp;LATER: &lt;br /&gt;Shara had four half grown&amp;nbsp;puppies. Splash, a brown and tan male&amp;nbsp;wolf pup&amp;nbsp;with white feet, nose, belly and tail tip. Kira, a female with the same markings as Splash only black and white. Spike, black with white feet, white tail and a white blaze. And Zora. A female with white feet, tail underside, belly and muzzle. The rest of her was black. Shara had overcome the fact that Kiba was dead. She was teaching the cubs to be strong and brave! She flopped down on the grass while the puppies splashed in the puddles near the river. &lt;br /&gt;"Careful, Splash!" she warned. Splash had wandered across the grass, over the slippery mud and into the rushing water. He splashed his paw&amp;nbsp; into the water, trying to catch a minnow that was swimming past. He looked up as his mother called. &lt;br /&gt;"Yes, mom!" he called. The puppies were always obedient.&amp;nbsp; As he ran back up the steep side he slipped on the wet mud and went sliding back down to the rapid moving water. &lt;br /&gt;"Mo-o-o-om! Help me!" Spike and Kira looked up in unison. &lt;br /&gt;"Mom! Splash fell in the rapids!" Spike barked urgently. But Shara had already bolted over to the water and thrown herself in, ears and eyes searching for any sign of Splash. She spotted him clinging to some rocks, and she swam downstream to him. She picked him up by the scruff of his neck and swam to shore. Kira, Spike and Zora were waiting in the shallows and helped her bring him up. He was unconcious&amp;nbsp;by now and he had a huge gash on his shoulder and left hind leg. The pups looked up at Shara and blinked. Shara swallowed hard. Then Zora spoke what was on everybody's mind. "Is he alive? Is he going to make it?". . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-3258048642296056698?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3258048642296056698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-story-entry.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3258048642296056698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3258048642296056698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-story-entry.html' title='My story entry!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-2379627651340627877</id><published>2010-07-15T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T09:13:08.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(of) horsefeathers picture contest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TD-ksFmiswI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/MJI3P132SQE/s320/124.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I chose this one because to me it shows what care and gentle detail was used in creation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Every beating heart, every seeing eye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Every tree branch,&amp;nbsp;every seeing eye,&amp;nbsp;every listening ear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My creator made them all. And&amp;nbsp;with tender care and love, he also made me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TEHUZmNPiSI/AAAAAAAAAZY/V0q4mQTrE-k/s1600/Pad+And+Sophie+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TEHUZmNPiSI/AAAAAAAAAZY/V0q4mQTrE-k/s400/Pad+And+Sophie+009.JPG" width="400" /&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; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These two were BEST friends. Really. They did everything together. If one went off with out the other knowing, THEY WENT NUTS! When Sophie got lost, Diggity thought she was still in my room. He didn't get over it for months. But when we got Snapshot, his BROTHER everything changed. I know he lives in the moment and didn't go, "Yeah, this is cool but where's Sophie?" he most likely doesn't REMEMBER Sophie! Diggity didn't even want to play anymore after Sophie was gone.&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: center;"&gt;And so this just reminds me of The Power Of Friendship and how wonderful God is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-2379627651340627877?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2379627651340627877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/of-horsefeathers-picture-contest.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/2379627651340627877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/2379627651340627877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/of-horsefeathers-picture-contest.html' title='(of) horsefeathers picture contest!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TD-ksFmiswI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/MJI3P132SQE/s72-c/124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-7718449035223619986</id><published>2010-07-12T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T16:50:39.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner Of Caption Contest!</title><content type='html'>Hayhay! You are the winner of the Snapshot's Dawg Caption Contest!!! Granted you ARE the only one who entered but your caption was good! I had a good laugh several times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is your award!!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TDupreZIVwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/5MlOQklSQXQ/s1600/Caption+Contest!.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TDupreZIVwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/5MlOQklSQXQ/s640/Caption+Contest!.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;:) Congrats!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-7718449035223619986?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7718449035223619986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/winner-of-caption-contest.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7718449035223619986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7718449035223619986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/winner-of-caption-contest.html' title='Winner Of Caption Contest!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TDupreZIVwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/5MlOQklSQXQ/s72-c/Caption+Contest!.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-5990167590448893234</id><published>2010-07-10T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T09:35:25.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caption Contest!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TDigaTipPRI/AAAAAAAAAYI/5dplXzGbNl4/s1600/Snapshot+water+%2B+waking+up+scary+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TDigaTipPRI/AAAAAAAAAYI/5dplXzGbNl4/s320/Snapshot+water+%2B+waking+up+scary+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know it's only one, i'll have to do the rest later. But here it is!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-5990167590448893234?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5990167590448893234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/caption-contest.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/5990167590448893234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/5990167590448893234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/caption-contest.html' title='Caption Contest!!!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TDigaTipPRI/AAAAAAAAAYI/5dplXzGbNl4/s72-c/Snapshot+water+%2B+waking+up+scary+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-4924153994334390151</id><published>2010-07-06T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T09:34:09.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Independence Day!!</title><content type='html'>These are some Fire works in Lakeport! YAY!!&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TDNYka7mikI/AAAAAAAAAXg/1spJWAJrI0M/s1600/Corn,+Fireworks,+Snapshot+068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TDNYka7mikI/AAAAAAAAAXg/1spJWAJrI0M/s320/Corn,+Fireworks,+Snapshot+068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TDNYothbUBI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Fc2EW_A_9U0/s1600/Corn,+Fireworks,+Snapshot+083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TDNYothbUBI/AAAAAAAAAXo/Fc2EW_A_9U0/s320/Corn,+Fireworks,+Snapshot+083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;April (my bff's) sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TDNYuajnpPI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Jb_64zY1FYE/s1600/Corn,+Fireworks,+Snapshot+140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TDNYuajnpPI/AAAAAAAAAXw/Jb_64zY1FYE/s320/Corn,+Fireworks,+Snapshot+140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TDNYy9NziYI/AAAAAAAAAX4/sPCWaFXPUE4/s1600/Corn,+Fireworks,+Snapshot+148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TDNYy9NziYI/AAAAAAAAAX4/sPCWaFXPUE4/s320/Corn,+Fireworks,+Snapshot+148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TDNY19FCDDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/5VmzdxqAIgw/s1600/Corn,+Fireworks,+Snapshot+155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TDNY19FCDDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/5VmzdxqAIgw/s320/Corn,+Fireworks,+Snapshot+155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/2637429782824981034-4924153994334390151?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4924153994334390151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-belated-independence-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/4924153994334390151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/4924153994334390151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-belated-independence-day.html' title='Happy Belated Independence Day!!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TDNYka7mikI/AAAAAAAAAXg/1spJWAJrI0M/s72-c/Corn,+Fireworks,+Snapshot+068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-7313245533287658202</id><published>2010-07-02T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T09:44:22.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dog: Snapshot!</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;Some doggy pics!!&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/_QVDOqZepkjM/TC4Taf98vYI/AAAAAAAAAW4/5fkZlzdiwbw/s1600/Simba%27s+Pride+and+Snapshots+blind+486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TC4Taf98vYI/AAAAAAAAAW4/5fkZlzdiwbw/s320/Simba%27s+Pride+and+Snapshots+blind+486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;My friend April's dog, Hatchi! She's an Akita only&amp;nbsp;3 months old.&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;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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TC4RxE_z8vI/AAAAAAAAAWY/7WRMB6S8MzE/s1600/Simba%27s+Pride+and+Snapshots+blind+094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TC4RxE_z8vI/AAAAAAAAAWY/7WRMB6S8MzE/s320/Simba%27s+Pride+and+Snapshots+blind+094.JPG" /&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Diggity on watch...&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TC4T_s-EnbI/AAAAAAAAAXI/cYmVOdHNjCE/s1600/Simba%27s+Pride+and+Snapshots+blind+582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TC4T_s-EnbI/AAAAAAAAAXI/cYmVOdHNjCE/s320/Simba%27s+Pride+and+Snapshots+blind+582.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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: center;"&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;Snapshot wasn't thrilled bbut he still trusted 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;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;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;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TC4S3DnD8DI/AAAAAAAAAWo/2N7Z75nMHH8/s320/Simba%27s+Pride+and+Snapshots+blind+132.JPG" /&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;"Move over, it's my turn!"&lt;br /&gt;"Is not! It's MY turn!!"&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;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/_QVDOqZepkjM/TC4TIvibgLI/AAAAAAAAAWw/DFPeETidoAw/s1600/Simba%27s+Pride+and+Snapshots+blind+374.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TC4TIvibgLI/AAAAAAAAAWw/DFPeETidoAw/s320/Simba%27s+Pride+and+Snapshots+blind+374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Funny, the dogs are so smart that they've learned to tangle up their opponent with the Tie-down!!&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;They arn't in this picture though.&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;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/_QVDOqZepkjM/TC4SS2eLr6I/AAAAAAAAAWg/gW5YyO8aJrY/s1600/Simba%27s+Pride+and+Snapshots+blind+102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TC4SS2eLr6I/AAAAAAAAAWg/gW5YyO8aJrY/s320/Simba%27s+Pride+and+Snapshots+blind+102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;"Ahhhh. King of the concrete ledge."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-7313245533287658202?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7313245533287658202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-dog-snapshot.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7313245533287658202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7313245533287658202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-dog-snapshot.html' title='My dog: Snapshot!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/TC4Taf98vYI/AAAAAAAAAW4/5fkZlzdiwbw/s72-c/Simba%27s+Pride+and+Snapshots+blind+486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-3197831896778776850</id><published>2010-07-01T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T09:40:59.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapshot</title><content type='html'>Snapshot, my Border Collie, is learning Trust! I blinfolded him and took him to the mail box and back. He walked slower but he completely trusted me. :D I'll post pictures tomorrow.&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; I LOVE my dog. he's had an abusive past and he's one year old. I'm working with him and were making progress. He loves me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-3197831896778776850?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3197831896778776850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/snapshot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3197831896778776850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3197831896778776850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/snapshot.html' title='Snapshot'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-6660297853647914102</id><published>2010-06-16T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T09:39:27.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggy tip #4: Humanizing our dogs</title><content type='html'>"Ooooh! My pretty baby! Are you hungry? Here you go." *sets down dog* You walk away to get the food and when you return...!!!! Your little missy has peed on the carpet and is now out of site. You find her snoozing behind the couch and smack her on the back. &lt;br /&gt;" you bad dog! bad girly girl. You can not go see your doggy friends for a week!" you murmmur softly to your dog. You shove her nose into the mess to show her what she did was wrong. You then throw the chihuahua out the door and slam it. This goes on for a week. Now every time you reach to pet her, she snaps. You recoil and leave. but when she 'feels like it' she comes over and stands over you with her head held high. And when you come home, she jumps up to greet you and throws herself against your chest. &lt;br /&gt;"Good girl!" you say as she jumps with pent up energy. "Isn't she adorable?" you croon as she stands over you with the dominance that you are not taking so she MUST. &lt;br /&gt;There was this one dog that was so insucure that the CAT was dominant over him!! Dogs HAVE to have a leader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... What would you do in this &gt;above&lt; instance?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-6660297853647914102?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6660297853647914102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/06/doggy-tip-4-humanizing-our-dogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/6660297853647914102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/6660297853647914102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/06/doggy-tip-4-humanizing-our-dogs.html' title='Doggy tip #4: Humanizing our dogs'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-4525536511045966249</id><published>2010-06-13T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T09:42:51.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random..</title><content type='html'>I really don't have anythignt to post exept that I finally go tsome hair dye (Black...dark brown.) So I can start fiming out movie and when we finish the.......i dunno. 15 minnute or so movie I'll post it! It's about a spy and a "Priceless Necklace" that gets stolen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-4525536511045966249?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4525536511045966249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/06/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/4525536511045966249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/4525536511045966249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/06/random.html' title='Random..'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-5686375583706657986</id><published>2010-06-12T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T09:13:57.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olive tree!</title><content type='html'>Olive Tree is having a contest! The prize is...A BLOG MAKEOVER! And guys, she is GOOD at it! :) Check it out and see the rules and stuff at this link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a border="0" href="http://ofhorsefeathers.blogspot.com/2010/06/former-glory-contest.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i933.photobucket.com/albums/ad172/RobinBlogs/formerglory.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-5686375583706657986?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5686375583706657986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/06/olive-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/5686375583706657986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/5686375583706657986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/06/olive-tree.html' title='Olive tree!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-3989734194499729468</id><published>2010-06-11T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T11:59:03.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggy Tip #2</title><content type='html'>We are going to learn Leave It. Grab your dog and some treats. I use the dog's breakfast food.  Hold out your hand with the food or treat and when the dog goes for it. Snap your fist shut and say "Leave it!" If the dog looks away even at a distraction, praise the dog and give the dog a treat FROM THE OTHER HAND. If you teach the dog that hwen you leave it you get it, what happens when you get poison and tell the dog to leave it?? SO always give it from the other hand. If you don't wanna do that then just teach Wait. 25 times a day. Do 5 times then wait and another five then wait until you get to 25. The next day do the same thing until soon you just say leave it and she/he does. Without closing the hand. Change hands. Put it on the ground. Try new things after the first week!&lt;br /&gt;Good luck! Tell me how it went!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dog Trainer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-3989734194499729468?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3989734194499729468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/06/doggy-tip-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3989734194499729468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3989734194499729468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/06/doggy-tip-2.html' title='Doggy Tip #2'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-124488081278764191</id><published>2010-06-07T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T09:52:11.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Training Tips:</title><content type='html'>Daily Doggy Tip: When your dog chew something up NEVER yell at him when you find it! Catch him in the act. Since they live in the moment they won't have a CLUE as to what your talking about and the don't understand English.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-124488081278764191?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/124488081278764191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/06/dog-training-tips.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/124488081278764191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/124488081278764191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/06/dog-training-tips.html' title='Dog Training Tips:'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-7182311886816575402</id><published>2010-06-05T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T09:45:19.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Martha!!!</title><content type='html'>Martha is Aimee's (my sister's) dog. Aimee babysits some kids and they watch TV. Kimberly finds cute shows and one is Martha Speaks. Her name WAS Cookie at the shelter. Now it's: &lt;strike&gt;Cookie&lt;/strike&gt; Martha!! So let's say, Cookie looks like Martha and now Cookie in named Martha! I'll post pictures later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-7182311886816575402?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7182311886816575402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/06/martha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7182311886816575402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7182311886816575402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/06/martha.html' title='Martha!!!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-3576794110304138251</id><published>2010-04-29T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T09:52:14.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah so...</title><content type='html'>Well! Uh, heh heh! Game uh, over... No one wins! heh heh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-3576794110304138251?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3576794110304138251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/04/yeah-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3576794110304138251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3576794110304138251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/04/yeah-so.html' title='Yeah so...'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-7488353034329511258</id><published>2010-04-16T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T16:21:51.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sasha Of Kentrell Park!</title><content type='html'>k. What ur gonna do is your going to continue the story in a comment. Best story wins!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasha: The champion of Kentrell Park&lt;br /&gt;                  Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sasha, a female Siberian Husky, bunched her muscles for the next jump. She leaped lightly and soared over the bar-jump. Her owner, Quincey Karson, was training her to do Agility. She was one year into it and was doing well. Her friend, Lipstick, a female black Lab, jumped in unison with her. They split up and Sasha took on the poles while Lipstick jumped the elevated tire. Sasha whipped through the poles and hesitated, trying to remember the next step.&lt;br /&gt;"tunnel! Quickly, tunnel!" She muttered to herself. She bolted over to the tunnel and ran through it. She trotted over to the make-believe stage that was a box and Lipstick, who had finished going through the poles, came to her side. They jumped again in unison, barked three times, bowed and lay down. Quincey praised them each with a treat. Lipstick bowed to Sasha as an invitation to play. Sasha responded by jumping up and biting her friend's ear playfully. She ran away and into the tunnel. Lipstick bounded after her and came through the other side. Sasha squeaked in surprise and pleasure and bolted the other way around the house. Quincey walked over to the back porch and found them wrestling on the grass. Lipstick gave one last nip and looked expectantly at Quincey. Quincey whistled and crouched.&lt;br /&gt;"Sasha! come on! It's lunch time!" Lipstick barked and ran off towards Quincey. Sasha rolled a couple more times, enjoying the feel of the grass on her back. Then she jumped up and walked up onto the porch. &lt;br /&gt;"A trick for a treat!" Quincey reminded them. Sasha looked at Lipstick and, seeing that she wasn't going, got down and rolled over. Quincey gave her her food and looked at Lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, girl!" Lipstick whined. She wasn't looking well. She limped over and lay down looking sad. When Quincey bent down in worry, Lipstick jumped up and barked.&lt;br /&gt;"Ha! Good girl! You fooled me!" Lipstick proudly walked over to her dish of food. Sasha looked at her. Past Lipstick's shoulder she saw a movement near the Dog-walk. She shrugged and flicked it away from her mind like a annoying fly.&lt;br /&gt;"How 'bout something new? I think we should do the newest stuff we can! She would be so proud of us then!" she murmured into Lipstick's ear. Lipstick nodded.&lt;br /&gt;"Quincey is really worried." Lipstick muttered in between bites. Sasha looked at her. &lt;br /&gt;"How do you know she's worried?" she asked. Lipstick stared at her. &lt;br /&gt;"I can smell it! It's coming off her in waves . . . Wanna go for another run? I heard Quincey say she wanted to enter us into an Agility contest!" she asked. Sasha looked at her friend lovingly. "Sure," she said. "I'd love to!" Again they went out and again Quincey watched them. Again she went through the poles. Again Sasha jumped onto the dog-walk. But this time Sasha smelled something different. She ignored her instincts that were warning her and screaming at her not to continue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-7488353034329511258?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7488353034329511258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/04/sasha-of-kentrell-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7488353034329511258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7488353034329511258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/04/sasha-of-kentrell-park.html' title='Sasha Of Kentrell Park!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-9213431245248028629</id><published>2010-04-14T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T13:59:08.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog training tonight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/S8Ysa2bw5uI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/4B7ugK6SMjU/s1600/Walker+lake+and+Jet+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/S8Ysa2bw5uI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/4B7ugK6SMjU/s320/Walker+lake+and+Jet+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460100438033491682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/S8YsaU3fSuI/AAAAAAAAAWI/AMgLbw4i920/s1600/Walker+lake+and+Jet+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/S8YsaU3fSuI/AAAAAAAAAWI/AMgLbw4i920/s320/Walker+lake+and+Jet+062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460100429022972642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/S8YsZ1OqNZI/AAAAAAAAAWA/wylTWnkt9qc/s1600/Walker+lake+and+Jet+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/S8YsZ1OqNZI/AAAAAAAAAWA/wylTWnkt9qc/s320/Walker+lake+and+Jet+063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460100420530222482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Sally palmers tonight at 6:00!! I hope Snapshot does well. :) My wheat is doing pretty good! This is it...Along with the rest of the overgrown garden...along with my crazy dowg. Ya. His ears are bet back over his head. I did NOT do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-9213431245248028629?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9213431245248028629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/04/dog-training-tonight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/9213431245248028629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/9213431245248028629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/04/dog-training-tonight.html' title='Dog training tonight!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/S8Ysa2bw5uI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/4B7ugK6SMjU/s72-c/Walker+lake+and+Jet+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-1325051413920976841</id><published>2010-04-09T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T08:54:06.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Ways You Don't Wanna Wake Up!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/S79NS2vjeBI/AAAAAAAAAVY/xm1w3C0-ioM/s1600/Snapshot+water+%2B+waking+up+scary+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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YEAH! SCORE!!!!!!!!! We went yesterday and are taking the dogs every wednesday. We practice all week.Diggity and Snapshot put them to shame!! The're bros, Diggity and Snapshot...They sat there and watched her and then just lay down and watched her and (Snapshot did a belly crawl over to another dog! I didn't let him get to close though. :)  ) the other dogs were barking and carying on! I am really tooting my own horn but I have a certificate to be proud. I trained diggity! I just go snapshot recently. Oh. The 25 of March to be correct. So yeah. I'm proud. I've been working on Snapshot. He is still recovering from his old place. Luckily he was only at the shelter for 4 days. And the Redwood Valley. Not Ukiah. Ukiah stinks! Litterarly. here is the picture! Sally's the blue shirt of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/S74JCqbt5yI/AAAAAAAAAU4/b24o5JxzevA/s1600/Sally+Palmer+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/S74JCqbt5yI/AAAAAAAAAU4/b24o5JxzevA/s320/Sally+Palmer+033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457809739774551842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-3712843403818528484?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3712843403818528484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/04/sally-palmer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3712843403818528484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3712843403818528484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/04/sally-palmer.html' title='Sally Palmer!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/S74JCqbt5yI/AAAAAAAAAU4/b24o5JxzevA/s72-c/Sally+Palmer+033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-3682342749489009854</id><published>2010-04-03T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T12:55:26.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY EASTER!!</title><content type='html'>Hi guys! Happy Easter!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (\_/)&lt;br /&gt;  (0 0)&lt;br /&gt;    U&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-3682342749489009854?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3682342749489009854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3682342749489009854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3682342749489009854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html' title='HAPPY EASTER!!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-867026531805798818</id><published>2010-04-01T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T09:47:25.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dragon In The Castle!</title><content type='html'>Huh. Snow. Like, alf an inch. And not even everywhere! LOL! Oh well. Here is a story I wrote when i was like, ten. It's not finished yet. Any ideas how to finish?? The Dragon In The Castle Once upon a time... there was a princess that could change into anything she wanted exept a dragon because if she turned into a dragon she would stay that way forever. One afternoon she went walking and saw a dragon.It was her favorite animal She looked away so she wouldn't be tempted to turn into one. As she turned around to go home, she was surprised to see the dragon turn into a old witch. Frantically, she looked about for a place to hide. But she couldn't see anything but the field for miles around. Quickly, she shut her eyes and said the first thing she could think of to turn into...A dragon! The witch looked up and screamed when she saw the dragon. The witch shrieked, and then screamed magic spells at the dragon. The princess flew up into the clouds before the spells could work. As she flew to the ground she then realized what a mistake she had made turning herself into a dragon. Sadly, she walked back to the castle. She cried sad dragon tears. As she walked into the castle she wondered what her father would say. Then she found a much bigger problem! How was she going to squeeze through the door?! Then she remembered.. She couldn't make herself not a dragon but she could make herself smaller or bigger. She made herself smaller and walked through the doors. Her father came out to meet her. He gasped when he saw a dragon. He turned to run but the princess stopped him. "It's me! Your daughter!" she said. He looked and saw her sparkling blue eyes. His face brightened. Then a frown made its way onto his forehead. "How did you..?" he began then was helpless with laughter. His daughter was always in some sort of mess! "It's not funny!" she snapped. He kept laughing. Then when he could finally breath properly again he asked: "What happened?!" she told the whole story. "Aren't dragon tears magic?" he asked. The princess looked thoughtful. Her father jumped up and started to tickle her. She laughed and laughed. Tears of laughter came dripping down her eyes. Her father caught them in a bucket. "Now," He said. "All I have to do is go to Heldra Mickeldoff and get the secret words to get you back to human form again!!" He cried. "Well, I will be in my bed," said the weary princess. "But how will you fit in your bed?" the king asked. The princess cocked her head, shut her eyes and POOF!! She looked down. "Oh no! I can't get smaller than seven feet! oh well . . ." the princess walked into her room and shut the door slowly. The king heard a bump and a yell and then a long slow creak. The king looked at the door and then walked out leaving the princess alone in her thoughts. The king walked a long way. Along the edge of a pond, through a corn field, around a pasture. Finally he spotted a house. "Ah! There she is!" he cried as he walked nearer. An old woman was sitting out in her garden humming to herself and admiring her garden. She had a very old house that was painted blue with silver trimmings. It had two story's and it had two windows in the front. It also had a white fence in desperate need of paint. And behind the fence lay a beautiful garden. There was an apple tree on either side of the house. In the back of the house there was three horses near a barn. It looked a very peaceful sort of building. The woman looked up. When she saw him she ran to open the gate. "Come in! Come in! All are welcome!" she cried, opening the creaking gate. The king walked in and when Heldra shut the gate the whole fence shuddered. They walked inside. "How are you getting along, Heldra?" the king asked politely. "Oh," Heldra answered as she shut the door. "I am still driving on the road of life. There seems to be a lot more hills than usual, but I can get over them." she sighed and sat down. Then jumped back up again and she pointed to another chair chair. "Sit!" she commanded, as if he was a dog that was being trained, he sat. "Now," she spoke thoughtfully. "what to make?" "Oh, I don't need anything!" the king jumped in quickly."Just some tea." he added after a second thought. Heldra smiled and walked over to the kitchen. "What kind?" She asked in her smooth voice that did not seem at all aged. "um," The king thought for a minute and then said, "Fitchmarrold, if you have any." The king replied. Heldra bustled off humming to herself again. "So, why did you come here?" she asked when she came, almost immediately back over with the tea. The king laughed. "My daughter." he said. And when Heldra looked confused he set down his glasses and he told her the whole story, sipping tea tho whole way through. "Oh." Heldra said when he had finished. "So you want . . . what's in the bucket?" the king looked down. "Dragon tears." the king answered. Heldra smiled. "Dragon tears." she repeated. "That's just what you want! I will write down the spell and then when you get back to your castle you will have to toss the tears over her tail, feet, and head. Then you will say the magic words and VOILA! There you have it!" "What are the magic words?" the king asked. Heldra smiled again. "They are in a different language so I will say it in that language then in a language you can understand." she said. " Honfu mackla undo twa, teese maka mandoo naw. Gonduloose monfu kaka not! Focur numa onamana kot!" Heldra cried. "Now in our language it would be: Help this dragon, Please make the spell undo now. Dragon or princess, make it back, into what it was before." Heldra smiled at the words. She leaned back in her chair obviously pleased with herself. But the king looked confused. "Honfa....Mackloo...... WHAT?" the king shook his head in frustration. "Don't worry! I will write it down." Heldra laughed. The king smiled now too. "When will you have it ready?" he asked. Heldra squinted and then looked down. "Right now!" she cried. Soon the king was home and happily walking through the gates. He ran up the steps toward his daughter. He rushed through the door of her bedroom. "Wake up! Wake up!" He yelled. The princess looked up at him, blinked and sat up. "I have the spell!" He cried. The princess, forgetting she was still a dragon, jumped out of bed, cracking her head on the ceiling. The king jumped at the sound of the great noise and the castle shuddered. "Oh! Ow!" The princess rubbed her head. "All I have to do is sprinkle the tears on your tail, feet and head the I say the magic words and BOOM! Everything will be as it used to be!" The king cried dancing around the room. "Well then lets get started!" The princess cried. So the king dropped tears on her tail and feet and head and was about to say the magic words when he realized he didn't have his glasses! "Oh-h-h! I left them with Heldra! What will I do?" The king moaned. "Um, Go back and get them?" The princess asked. &amp;gt;And yes, there is a certain spell for princess/dragons. :)&amp;lt; Any finishing ideas!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-867026531805798818?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/867026531805798818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/04/dragon-in-castle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/867026531805798818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/867026531805798818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/04/dragon-in-castle.html' title='The Dragon In The Castle!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-2427133191269954643</id><published>2010-03-30T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T07:28:17.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Gosh! All this raiN!!! I woke up at 4 for about half and hour, and the rain! SHEESH! I though it was lots of impressive 2,0000000000000000000 miles an hour wind. But it was just rain. :l I got a dog! Sophie, the one who had puppies, left. Or got stolen. Anyway, i got DIGGITY'S BROTHER!!!!!!! SWEET! And he's the one wh o i wanted first but he was picked already! NICE!!! I have to walk him/run him in this mizrable weather.... He is so hyper that even Diggity is depressed. Too much. Oh well. I am the owner. I must take on responsibilitys. :) I'll post pics soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-2427133191269954643?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2427133191269954643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/2427133191269954643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/2427133191269954643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-2033232299964350196</id><published>2009-09-03T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T08:43:43.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophie's PUPPIES!!!</title><content type='html'>PUPPIES!!!!!!!! They are two days late in opening their eyes! =(&lt;br /&gt;And Sophie before she got shaved. UGH! i have to do the pics in a seperate post so i will get on it!! =)&lt;br /&gt;PS: DIGGITY IS HUGE! He is bigger than SOPHIE now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-2033232299964350196?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2033232299964350196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/sophies-puppies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/2033232299964350196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/2033232299964350196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/sophies-puppies.html' title='Sophie&apos;s PUPPIES!!!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-8835292977690659061</id><published>2009-09-01T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T07:55:15.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PUPPIES!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>The pups came! Sorry, I haven't posted cuz i've been so busy with them! The're are three girls and two boys! We docked their tails already too.  Last night -there is a small spot where you can get out of the box- a puppy got out and -it was actually one in the morning.- and was screaming its brains out. :( It was nasty. AND SOPHIE WASN'T DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT!! Hmph. Anyway, i put it in the box and the slept peacfully till morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-8835292977690659061?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8835292977690659061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/puppies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/8835292977690659061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/8835292977690659061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/puppies.html' title='PUPPIES!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-3428422895318227911</id><published>2009-08-19T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:10:43.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh boy...</title><content type='html'>Sophie's pups are due in TWO days! I can't wait... :\ They are going to be SUCH a handful!&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been posting but I am hoping to be on a lot more. :) I LOVE &lt;a href="http://www.ancientoakstables.com/"&gt;http://www.ancientoakstables.com&lt;/a&gt; i LOVE that blog Olive Tree! Go, go, GO! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-3428422895318227911?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3428422895318227911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-boy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3428422895318227911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3428422895318227911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-boy.html' title='oh boy...'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-1115190360573318252</id><published>2009-08-14T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:22:54.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CANCEL!</title><content type='html'>Please read the last post BUT the place in NOT &lt;a href="http://www.dogz.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.dogz.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; it is &lt;a href="http://www.dowgz.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.dowgz.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; ! please sign up and enter! I promise i will post as many times as Ancient Oak Stables!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-1115190360573318252?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1115190360573318252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/cancel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/1115190360573318252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/1115190360573318252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/cancel.html' title='CANCEL!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-3238550634197817723</id><published>2009-08-14T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:16:55.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>okay..</title><content type='html'>okay, cancel the writing contest. It's a &lt;strong&gt;Dog Show for Agility&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you are interested go to&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dogz.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.dogz.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; please enter! :) I want lotz of peoplz to enterz! ha ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-3238550634197817723?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3238550634197817723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3238550634197817723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3238550634197817723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay.html' title='okay..'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-778215981484582674</id><published>2009-08-14T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T18:51:35.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yay!!</title><content type='html'>Sophie and Annie got groomed and Sophie's pups are due on the 21!!! Just 7 days!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was thinking about having a contest! A WRITING contest!! First i need to check something but i think it will work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-778215981484582674?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/778215981484582674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/yay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/778215981484582674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/778215981484582674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/yay.html' title='yay!!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-3570695054692283089</id><published>2009-08-06T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:30:45.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Groan!*</title><content type='html'>Nobody comments on my other blog. Should I delete it? :-(      &lt;br /&gt;I REALLY Want to do something today... like make FUDGE!!! :P&lt;br /&gt;Who feels HAPPY today?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-3570695054692283089?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3570695054692283089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/groan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3570695054692283089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3570695054692283089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/groan.html' title='*Groan!*'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-7131235491041238415</id><published>2009-08-02T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T11:21:39.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sohie, again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SnXXG9KffhI/AAAAAAAAASI/wXbcSkKSheA/s1600-h/Silver+Sophie+and+dad"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365431045579570706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SnXXG9KffhI/AAAAAAAAASI/wXbcSkKSheA/s320/Silver+Sophie+and+dad%27s+new+grill+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Sophie is definatly pregnant. I am hoping to be able to FIND the camera when comes august 21st and she has her pups. Hopfully they will all be very healthy......&lt;br /&gt;The picture is Sophie in the tub a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;And if you want me to post this funny story about our animals comment and say so!&lt;br /&gt;PS: I know she is hidious in this pic but we are hoping to get her groomed soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-7131235491041238415?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7131235491041238415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/sohie-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7131235491041238415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7131235491041238415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/sohie-again.html' title='Sohie, again'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SnXXG9KffhI/AAAAAAAAASI/wXbcSkKSheA/s72-c/Silver+Sophie+and+dad%27s+new+grill+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-1423190489786359739</id><published>2009-07-31T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:08:10.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophie!</title><content type='html'>This is Sophie, my Mini Schnauzer/ poodle. (i think.) I know she needs a grooming but we are trying to get her groomed as fast as we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE FOLLOW MY BLOG!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thunderclanrocks.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.thunderclanrocks.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olive Tree-- Please go to my blog. I put something special for you!--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRRRR! The pics won't go!!! I will post tomorrow if posible. My brother wants to be on. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-1423190489786359739?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1423190489786359739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/sophie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/1423190489786359739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/1423190489786359739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/sophie.html' title='Sophie!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-722826182719148562</id><published>2009-07-25T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:29:45.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today. -ooooh, this title is getting oooooold!!-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SmtbJONBqBI/AAAAAAAAARw/LSFmcCW_sWU/s1600-h/Peanut+and+Diggity+++Sophie+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362479995304388626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SmtbJONBqBI/AAAAAAAAARw/LSFmcCW_sWU/s320/Peanut+and+Diggity+%2B+Sophie+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SmtbI2OfZHI/AAAAAAAAARo/BHqJ_hz8vAQ/s1600-h/Digg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362479988868080754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SmtbI2OfZHI/AAAAAAAAARo/BHqJ_hz8vAQ/s320/Digg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said that I would post pics of the new puppy, Diggity.....aaaaaaaand I haven't. Sooooo...........here they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-722826182719148562?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/722826182719148562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-ooooh-this-title-is-getting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/722826182719148562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/722826182719148562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-ooooh-this-title-is-getting.html' title='Today. -ooooh, this title is getting oooooold!!-'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SmtbJONBqBI/AAAAAAAAARw/LSFmcCW_sWU/s72-c/Peanut+and+Diggity+%2B+Sophie+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-4703566711973358909</id><published>2009-07-24T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:34:50.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random!</title><content type='html'>Happy about: VBS is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous about: Going up on stage with the rest of he crew to sing This Little Light of Mine, new version, at 6:00 today/night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad about: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry for: MEAT!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad for: Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exited for: ummmmmmmmm........Diggity? for......getting......a.....................bone?? (dog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored about: Not posting. GRRRRR! I hate it when I dopn't get a chance to post!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-4703566711973358909?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4703566711973358909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/4703566711973358909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/4703566711973358909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/random.html' title='Random!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-1598781774999452643</id><published>2009-07-15T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T11:53:40.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETHING TO DO!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.regiftable.com/regiftingrobinpopup.html"&gt;http://www.regiftable.com/regiftingrobinpopup.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-1598781774999452643?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1598781774999452643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/something-to-do.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/1598781774999452643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/1598781774999452643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/something-to-do.html' title='SOMETHING TO DO!!!!!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-142521399317605750</id><published>2009-07-14T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:15:56.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oops!!</title><content type='html'>hey guys! sorry i missed a couple posts! (i thought it wouldn't work. HMPH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you guys follow my other blogs?? Just go to my complete profile. (i like my header too, Elrania! it isn't me though and i didn't take it. I wish it was me!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF you could go anywhere with your horse for a week, where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;My answer: -you answer too!-- the beach!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-142521399317605750?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/142521399317605750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/oops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/142521399317605750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/142521399317605750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/oops.html' title='oops!!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-3831157633177106174</id><published>2009-07-10T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:10:01.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOOOOOOOHOOOO!!!!</title><content type='html'>Elrania and.......Astria,? I LOVE Ancient Oak Stables!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOOOOOOVE IT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I want to do a couple fun things about horses. I am going to ask a question about horses once a day and you will comment and answer! (if u miss a day you can still comment. i will check them daily.) Here is the first, (oh! Elrania! How do you do a team blog like u have with Ancient Oak Stables? Plz comment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What breed of horse do you like best?&lt;br /&gt;Me: PAINT!!!!! and buckskin and palomino and friesien and draft and quarter horse and.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-3831157633177106174?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3831157633177106174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/wooooooooohoooo.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3831157633177106174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3831157633177106174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/wooooooooohoooo.html' title='WOOOOOOOOOHOOOO!!!!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-4877348154253633959</id><published>2009-07-04T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T12:47:16.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sk-xLgNPCzI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wywiQ93O0pM/s1600-h/flag.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354693293148932914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sk-xLgNPCzI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wywiQ93O0pM/s320/flag.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354687677285038994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sk-sEne8e5I/AAAAAAAAAOA/qujGO7EFEbM/s320/spaceball.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPY 4th OF JULY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354687674670025746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sk-sEdvejBI/AAAAAAAAAN4/acatksYky1E/s320/fireworks2ss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-4877348154253633959?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4877348154253633959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th-of-july.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/4877348154253633959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/4877348154253633959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sk-xLgNPCzI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wywiQ93O0pM/s72-c/flag.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-6205137786111042687</id><published>2009-06-23T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:20:13.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was pretty busy! First...we went to the library....&lt;br /&gt;Then i stuffed myself on nerds, (YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT!!!!!) &lt;div&gt;Then we went to Ross. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'll only be a minnute!" she says. But whatever. I decided to "whatch Jason" and........that wasn't the best idea. He, of course, didn't want to be whatched when he was trying to get mom's computer. &gt;:( Oh well. I will just look casual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do i look casual to you??? oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went and (oh, before we did this we droped my bro, Tris, of at horse riding lessons to weed-eat.) to, guess where, Food Maxx. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT FOOD MAXX! NONONONO!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!!!! I'M GONNA DIE!!!!!!!!! (whenever we go there we always end up getting a whole cart load of stuff.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went there. T_T shoot.... THEN we went and did a bunch of stuff and went back to horse riding lessons and i will tell you the rest in another post after i take a shower because my OTHER bro is being a anoying person and i still need to call my friend April about something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Horsegirl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-6205137786111042687?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6205137786111042687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/6205137786111042687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/6205137786111042687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/yesterday.html' title='yesterday'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-6736883299733405093</id><published>2009-06-15T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:46:53.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz results!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, LEGO IS THE WINNNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Closely followed by, Aragorn, Gandalf, Frodo, &amp;amp; Sam! In third place is, Arwen, Gimly, Shadowfax, &amp;amp; Pippen!! And in fourth; Merry, Treebeard, and Smeagol!! THEEEEEEEEEE EEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNND!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hope you injoyed this!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-6736883299733405093?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6736883299733405093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/quiz-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/6736883299733405093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/6736883299733405093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/quiz-results.html' title='Quiz results!!!!!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-4104249844780491375</id><published>2009-06-12T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:51:08.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY!</title><content type='html'>hey! it is really geting late and i need to do the kitchen but i just wanted to blog and say that i am BACK TO BLOGGING!!!!!!!!!!!! :D Please comment and tell me if you want me to do anything with my blog. GTG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-4104249844780491375?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4104249844780491375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/4104249844780491375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/4104249844780491375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey.html' title='HEY!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-7443375473111933878</id><published>2009-06-09T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:04:11.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>Hey, bloggers!! Have any of you read the Harry Potter series? I HIGHLY recomend it!&lt;br /&gt;I want to say several things about the books so please comment and say if you have read it or are not going to read it or whatever. THANKX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find out more,  go to &lt;a href="http://www.scholastic.com/harrypotter"&gt;www.scholastic.com/harrypotter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love Jaime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-7443375473111933878?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7443375473111933878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/harry-potter.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7443375473111933878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7443375473111933878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-9060257117291815729</id><published>2009-06-05T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:42:00.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ENJOY THIS QUIZ!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SimfIgmeYkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/_bvhdcJDyCQ/s1600-h/2376169279_675a4ec8ca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343977401390883394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SimfIgmeYkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/_bvhdcJDyCQ/s320/2376169279_675a4ec8ca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sime_Aihn2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/va4O0qhTmFA/s1600-h/spaceball#2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343977238165561186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sime_Aihn2I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/va4O0qhTmFA/s320/spaceball%232.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Simer2hG7uI/AAAAAAAAAMI/NODumByeKus/s1600-h/Siberian-Husky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343976909057748706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Simer2hG7uI/AAAAAAAAAMI/NODumByeKus/s320/Siberian-Husky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SimerpcCFcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fz1S3ICtrSM/s1600-h/250px-117_17961_180606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343976905546798530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SimerpcCFcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fz1S3ICtrSM/s320/250px-117_17961_180606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Simda61r4YI/AAAAAAAAALY/OLmH_7kFbeE/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343975518648394114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Simda61r4YI/AAAAAAAAALY/OLmH_7kFbeE/s320/spaceball.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Simdbe3TI5I/AAAAAAAAALw/rpc-pV6Ucl4/s1600-h/Pitbull.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343975528318837650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Simdbe3TI5I/AAAAAAAAALw/rpc-pV6Ucl4/s320/Pitbull.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SimdbXCcNhI/AAAAAAAAALo/A5YnoA2eNOM/s1600-h/Jack+russell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343975526218085906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SimdbXCcNhI/AAAAAAAAALo/A5YnoA2eNOM/s320/Jack+russell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SimdbJ5KrwI/AAAAAAAAALg/72yDk8huHhs/s1600-h/spaceball#2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343975522689527554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SimdbJ5KrwI/AAAAAAAAALg/72yDk8huHhs/s320/spaceball%232.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elrania? why arn't you commenting on my blog anymore?? Anyway, here is a quiz 4 those who r following. (NO offence Elrania.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be 4 kinds of dogs that u will be.&lt;br /&gt;German Shepard&lt;br /&gt;Husky&lt;br /&gt;Pitbull&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Collie. kk? here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Your owner falls down a cliff and breaks his/her leg. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Trott carfully away for help. (JUST DON'T GO TO FAST OR YOU MIGHT SPOIL YOUR COAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Stay by your owner! (there might be danger!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Dragg your owner to the saftey of and overhanging cliff and then run for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. Howl up a storm! SOMBODY is BOUND to hear you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. Your owner falls into an icy river. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. "I AM &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;GOING IN&lt;strong&gt; THERE&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll RUIN my COAT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Dive right in! i am used to the cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. BARK BARK BARK!! SPLASH!!! (hopfully sombody heard my so i can get help pulling him up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. HELP! MY OWNER FELL IN! HELP HELP HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I CAN'T SWIM! HELP HELP!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. You have just come back from a tiering day and you have had nothing to eat since last night at 5 in the morning and now your owner comes in and feeds you a huge bowl of warm meat! what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Eat slowly, you might spoil your coat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Eat hardy! (hey! you've had a hard day! You're&lt;em&gt; hungry&lt;/em&gt;!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Lick your owner's hand to show your thanks and then dig in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. jump over your food and then start growling as you eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. You are taking a walk with your owner and a little Jack Russel Terrier comes over (without a leash or coller or owner) and starts yapping puppy insults to them. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Lift your dainty paws up so as to not get puppy spit on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Yap back in a mocking way to show that your not scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Give him a look of disgust and walk past slowly to show that you're NOT scared and that you are more mature than others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. Lunge forward! NObody can talk to you like that and get AWAY with it!!!!!!!!!! KILL, KILL, KILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. you have just gotten to your new house that you have never seen yet and you are very tired. BUT, there are 7 more dogs besides you and only 7 dog beds. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. "DIBS ON THE BROKEN DOWN LOUNGE CHAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sombody bring me a crown!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Er, i will take a snooze in the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. I will- OW! -sleep on the- OW!!!!!!! -rock- OW!!! -bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. "Get off the lounge! Thats &lt;strong&gt;MY &lt;/strong&gt;CHAIR!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are all!! Send in your answers (in comments) and i will tell you when you all send them in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-9060257117291815729?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9060257117291815729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/enjoy-this-quiz.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/9060257117291815729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/9060257117291815729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/enjoy-this-quiz.html' title='ENJOY THIS QUIZ!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SimfIgmeYkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/_bvhdcJDyCQ/s72-c/2376169279_675a4ec8ca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-8063337382615805425</id><published>2009-05-30T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T18:29:39.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi</title><content type='html'>Plz comment on that last post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i just made up the &lt;em&gt;absolute &lt;strong&gt;worst &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;DUMBEST poem ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes!&lt;br /&gt;Ahem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horsey, horseypoo, horsey horseypoo.&lt;br /&gt;I just love my horsey, horseypoo.&lt;br /&gt;So, take away my basball, take away my shoe,&lt;br /&gt;but don't take away my horsey, horseypoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plz barf! Then i will know that it was bad and i won't feel bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-8063337382615805425?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8063337382615805425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi_30.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/8063337382615805425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/8063337382615805425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi_30.html' title='hi'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-8688485107170997208</id><published>2009-05-30T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T18:16:29.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I am BACK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I FINISHED HARRY POTTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I want to tell you about it so plz comment if you have read it or not and if i can not give spoilers and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sorry, it kinda runs in the family about not blogging for a time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-8688485107170997208?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8688485107170997208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/harry-potter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/8688485107170997208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/8688485107170997208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-6590192897110096778</id><published>2009-05-17T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:00:18.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi!</title><content type='html'>HI!!!!! I AM BACK!!!!!!!!!!! Here are some pics of my puppy!&lt;br /&gt;Whole story: We got a call around six and Mrs. Ford said: "Would you be interested in getting a Border Collie?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom said: "YES!!!" So Tyler and mom went down there and chose a puppy and named it diggity!&lt;br /&gt;Then when we went to pick it up last thursday, Since they were FREE, and HIGHLY recomended by lots of other people, I got one TOO!!! I REALLY wanted Pip, but i got Grizzly! We brought them home and kept them for a day but Grizzly kept being to rough with Diggity so we had to take him back! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! (Diggity as in 'Hot diggity dog!') So, Diggity is the one with a stripe down his nose. Grizzly is the one with a snip. ENJOY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: we still have Diggity!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/karenbennetto/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/karenbennetto/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr! i will have to send the pics from this (mom's) computer and post the pics on that user. Sorry! PS: i posted on my other blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-6590192897110096778?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6590192897110096778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/6590192897110096778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/6590192897110096778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi.html' title='Hi!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-4652843211929205554</id><published>2009-05-09T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:10:51.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>plase go to this blog and comment!! (Also on how you like it!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.midnightcanblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.midnightcanblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the address! it is about my cat Midnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-4652843211929205554?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4652843211929205554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/plase-go-to-this-blog-and-comment-also.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/4652843211929205554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/4652843211929205554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/plase-go-to-this-blog-and-comment-also.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-7925328401902204028</id><published>2009-05-09T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:14:47.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SgW52i9tm2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/I3fpxGK3PbM/s1600-h/sss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333873680439941986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SgW52i9tm2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/I3fpxGK3PbM/s320/sss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SgW53UrOwrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-vpBT2xPDoM/s1600-h/untitledssss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333873693784195762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SgW53UrOwrI/AAAAAAAAALQ/-vpBT2xPDoM/s320/untitledssss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SgW53ayMQMI/AAAAAAAAALI/IEyRq4WI9d0/s1600-h/untitledss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333873695424004290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SgW53ayMQMI/AAAAAAAAALI/IEyRq4WI9d0/s320/untitledss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SgW53BTJhMI/AAAAAAAAALA/YQA4sPf3z34/s1600-h/untitleds.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333873688582915266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SgW53BTJhMI/AAAAAAAAALA/YQA4sPf3z34/s320/untitleds.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SgW522G_n1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/yqH1aBJRkHE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333873685579145042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SgW522G_n1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/yqH1aBJRkHE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry i havent been posting!!!!!! SO SO SO SO SORRY! You can find out when i get on the computer by when i post! Every time i get on i post! Here is to make up for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-7925328401902204028?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7925328401902204028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7925328401902204028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7925328401902204028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry.html' title='SORRY!!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SgW52i9tm2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/I3fpxGK3PbM/s72-c/sss.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-5440390826688291742</id><published>2009-05-06T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:21:12.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey! Okay. comment and tell me who put what!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not acctually brush my teeth TWICE a day. Although i should cuz i have braces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DO Love LOTR + horses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the other answer is: HORSES DEFINETLY! I LOVEEEE HORSES! HORSES ROCK!!!!! HORRRRRR-SES! HOOOORRRRRRRR-SES! HOOOOOORRRR_SES! HORRRRSES! HORSES!!! YAY!!!! OMG! 1 day till kay's! YAY! HORSE riding lessons!!! YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh. Elrainia, i did get the quizzes but they arent like urs! I have a whole box! You just have a thing to press it and MINE can't see who did what!!!! And i cant scroll down!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELP!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-5440390826688291742?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5440390826688291742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/5440390826688291742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/5440390826688291742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-352162441249755688</id><published>2009-05-03T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T13:20:45.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Ma--a-a-a-a-a-a-n! This title is getting o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ld!!!! Okay, we went to church and..... OH! Elrania! How do you do a poll quiz thing?? I havent been posting for i while. (OBVIOUSLY!!) and i REEEALLLY am exited! GUESS WHY!!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am going to horse riding lessons!!! how do i undo italic?? oh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;k. anyway. My brother is looking over my shoulder and i am going to say this becaus i know it will make him mad! (Hee hee!) i am sooooooo evil!!! Anyway, I FINISHED MY AWANA BOOK!!!!! I AM GOING TO KAY'S!!! (Horse riding lessons!) YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!! Okay, kinda gotta go. Oh! Check out this link!! &lt;a href="http://www.warriorcats.com/WarriorsHuntingGame.html"&gt;http://www.warriorcats.com/WarriorsHuntingGame.html&lt;/a&gt; FUN FUN FUN! okay, i only have till 2:05 so i have got to go! BYE! love Jaime&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Elrania! Pllease tell me how to do those poll quiz things!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-352162441249755688?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/352162441249755688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/352162441249755688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/352162441249755688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-9213308761608600589</id><published>2009-04-29T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:08:51.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi fellow followers!</title><content type='html'>HI! I am SOOO sorry I haven't been posting!! My mom changed my password so i can't get on the computer without asking! WAAA! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lady Joan Brett: You look AWESOME in those jeans! Isn't it just like Kimber to change your closet and style!! lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway..... Oh! Megan, When did you start following my blog?! *pleased and sureprized* I am sorry! it was like i saw you were following my blog and i quit posting! Well, i am on my mom's computer so it probly won't be able to post this and i need to do my job before she gets home from the library. (I have to do bathrooms!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-9213308761608600589?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9213308761608600589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-fellow-followers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/9213308761608600589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/9213308761608600589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi-fellow-followers.html' title='Hi fellow followers!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-8521362614145293579</id><published>2009-04-21T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:01:59.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oog..</title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! IT IS SOOOOOOOOO HOT!!! SO SO SO SO HOT! It is 90 degreese right now!  *melts into a puddle of...... um...... uh person?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-8521362614145293579?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8521362614145293579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/oog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/8521362614145293579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/8521362614145293579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/oog.html' title='oog..'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-2078111098166702534</id><published>2009-04-21T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:59:17.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey.</title><content type='html'>Hey elrania! This is what you said right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now it's 9:06 in the morning. And guess what? I'm quite bored. Today I'm probably gonna go to the barn and ride, then when I get home probably go for a walk, finish The Two Towers, and then just hang out and watch Lord of the Rings. My yard is sooooooo beautiful at my house during spring and summer. We have tons of gorgeous flowers and trees. And the fairies and much nicer to me in warm weather. Yes fairies do exist, and they are very kind, mostly. Well, whoever decodes this is an awesome person! so good luck to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I copied it and put it on my yahoo mail and then clicked on Arial and it said what it says. AND i saw that you got the code from the different fonts on this blog. like this. I will say: hi Elrania. &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Hi Elrania.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;OMG! It has different things for capital and not capital!!! I will say hi and then i will say, HI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;hi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;and now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;HI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;interesting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-2078111098166702534?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2078111098166702534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/2078111098166702534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/2078111098166702534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey.html' title='hey.'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-5660822371726574777</id><published>2009-04-21T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:52:37.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh and Elrania, i now know what your code is! Now, watch this vid. It is really boring at the beginning but it gets really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_e4zgJXPpI4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_e4zgJXPpI4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-5660822371726574777?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5660822371726574777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-and-elrania-i-now-know-what-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/5660822371726574777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/5660822371726574777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-and-elrania-i-now-know-what-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-7151255191223263517</id><published>2009-04-21T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:51:01.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hi!!!</title><content type='html'>try to UNcode this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint: The first word is: "Hello followers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;hello followers! I like this intresting code! It is really wierd.This may be kinda hard to decode but i will tell you tomorrow what it said&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-7151255191223263517?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7151255191223263517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7151255191223263517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7151255191223263517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/hi.html' title='hi!!!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-6389192392689586541</id><published>2009-04-21T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:11:20.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my fave verse.</title><content type='html'>This is a verse i have to memorize and i have it down word for word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Romans 8:26&lt;br /&gt;Likewise the spirit&lt;br /&gt;also helps in weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;For we do not know what to pray for as we ought,&lt;br /&gt;but the spirit himself makes intersetion for us with groanings that cannot be uttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE that verse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: that was without looking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-6389192392689586541?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6389192392689586541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-fave-verse.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/6389192392689586541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/6389192392689586541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-fave-verse.html' title='my fave verse.'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-4551865363913157856</id><published>2009-04-21T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:36:21.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>THIS LAST POST CONTAINED MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE WARRIOR CAT SERIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-4551865363913157856?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4551865363913157856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/warning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/4551865363913157856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/4551865363913157856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/warning.html' title='WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-9152898467486150637</id><published>2009-04-21T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:33:59.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my story.</title><content type='html'>I am SOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry i haven't been posting! I haven't been on the computer that much. :( Anyway, here is a story i have been writing! I know i have some (oh, okay. A lot) of messups but i will fix them later. AND, this story is NOT copying Erin Hunters. I made sure of that about 2,000,000,000,000 times before i wrote this. I am not really planing on publishing it and/or selling it but....well we will see. (won't we!?) Oh and PLZ COMMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Hey, Elrania, what is that code?!?!?!?!??!!? I can't fugure it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..... OH! My brother got home from Mexico!!!!!! He came driving up and I bolted out the front door and gave him the biggest sqeeze i could! YAAAAAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: He didn't get robbed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... here is the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! WAIT! Go to this and look how many followers she has! I am SOOOOOO envious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Warrior cats!&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;(If you have not read long shadow's then some of this story will not make sense)           Clans&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;                  Thunder clan&lt;br /&gt;                                                          &lt;br /&gt;Leader:Firestar: Majestic Flame colored tom-cat with emerald green eye's.&lt;br /&gt;Deputy:Brambleclaw: Brown striped tom-cat.&lt;br /&gt;Medicine cat:Leafpool: Beautiful Small brown cat with white paws and chest apprentice, Jayfeather.&lt;br /&gt;Warriors:Starheart: silver she-cat, Honeyfern: small gingery she-cat, apprentice, Silverpaw. Squirrelflight: orange she-cat  Mate, Brambleclaw.Lionblaze: Brown and Tan tom-cat. Berrynose: Brown tom-cat. Icetail: Blue/silver she-cat. Sandstorm: Light brown she-cat. Hollyleaf: Black she-cat. Jayfeather: Light grey tom-cat.  Cloudtail: white tabby tom-cat. Brightheart: small striped she-cat. Bramblesong: Large striped tom-cat. Cinderfur: Grey she-cat.Greystripe: grey long haired tom-cat mate Milly. Spottedleaf: Milly: small determined striped brown and tan she-cat. Slashclaw: Newest warrior. Used to be a loner. White with splashes of brown and black on his shoulders. Tom-cat.&lt;br /&gt;Apprentice's: silverpaw,a large silver tom. &lt;br /&gt;Queen's: Creamfur, Small cream colored she-cat Mate Bramblesong Kit's, Sparrowkit, Bumblekit, and poppykit.&lt;br /&gt;Littlefoot Mate Berrynose Kits, Mousekit, Snowkit and Willowkit.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         Wind clan&lt;br /&gt;Leader:Tallstar,Black and white tom-cat&lt;br /&gt;Deputy:Bigfoot, White tom-cat apprentice Icepaw.&lt;br /&gt;Medecine cat:Litttlecloud, Small striped tabby tom-cat&lt;br /&gt; Warriors:Loudbelly Big black tom-cat. Rainwhisker striped she-cat apprentice Swiftpaw. Whitetail small white tom-cat apprentice Heatherpaw.  Crowfeather, Big black tom-cat.&lt;br /&gt;Apprentice's: Heatherpaw,Tan striped she-cat. Icepaw,white she-cat. Swiftpaw, Brown and white tom-cat.&lt;br /&gt;Elders:&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  River clan&lt;br /&gt;Leader:Russetstar Striped tabby she-cat&lt;br /&gt;Deputy:Longtail Large gray tom-cat&lt;br /&gt;Medicine cat: Silverfur silver she-cat&lt;br /&gt;Warriors:&lt;br /&gt;Apprentice's&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;                                               Shadow clan&lt;br /&gt;Leader:Blackstar Large white tom with black feet,apprentice,Snakepaw.&lt;br /&gt;Deputy: Nightpelt black tom-cat&lt;br /&gt;Medicine cat: Mothwing, Small striped brown she-cat, Apprentice, Willowpelt.&lt;br /&gt;Warriors: Nightmist, Black tom-cat,&lt;br /&gt;Apprentice's: Snakepaw,small ginger tom-cat.&lt;br /&gt;others:&lt;br /&gt;Midnight a star gazing badger&lt;br /&gt;Ash,grey twoleg she-cat.&lt;br /&gt;Middy. Black tom, twoleg cat.&lt;br /&gt;Dragonfang, Black, white, and Brown helpful loner tom-cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                &lt;br /&gt;                           Chapter one                                                 &lt;br /&gt;Lionblaze awoke to the sound of yowling. He jumped awake hissing. then looked embarrassed when he realized  that he was at training hollow waiting for Hollyleaf. He peered out from under a bush at  Honeyfern and Silverpaw who had come to train.&lt;br /&gt;Lionblaze shook off his dream of Tigerclaw and felt his shoulder. It bled from where Tigerclaw had pierced it with his claw's. One day he feared that Tigerclaw would kill him and he would never wake up. "Lionblaze!" Hollyleaf hissed a couple of bushes over. Lionblaze slowly came back to reality. He jolted forward and crouched down sliding to the bush where Hollyleaf waited. "Where have you been? I'v been waiting for ages!" Hollyleaf whispered fiercely.&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry I fell asleep." Lionblaze mewed apologetically.&lt;br /&gt;"Nevermind follow me. I know a great spot for talking. If you yowled there nobody would here you!" Hollyleaf meowed.&lt;br /&gt;"Uh. Okay." Lionblaze said slowly. they both ran neck to neck over logs and under tree's. Lionblaze suddenly noticed that he admired her. He looked away and slowed down. Hollyleaf came running back.&lt;br /&gt;"Too much running?" She asked. Lionblaze was going to give a stinging reply but then he suddenly realized she wasn't&lt;br /&gt;Teasing."No I just... uh... nothing I'm fine" He stamered. Hollyleaf shrugged, turned, and bolted into the growing light.&lt;br /&gt;Lionblaze followed right behind her. When he finally looked up he saw he was standing on the bridge to the island. Only it wasn't the island it was a lake much smaller and an island much smaller.&lt;br /&gt;"Where are we?"Lionblaze asked stunned.&lt;br /&gt;"In a dream!" Hollyleaf answered jokingly.&lt;br /&gt;"No. Were next to moonpool.Moonpool is just ten foxlengths that way." She waved her tail. "but wait till you see what's inside the island!" She said exitedly. They started to walk over the bridge but Hollyleaf suddenly stopped.&lt;br /&gt;"You know you cant show this to anyone right?" She asked in a low tone. Lionblaze's eye's opened wide. She didn't trust him! is that what you think of me? A tattletale? Never! Lionblaze thought. "Of course I do!" He meowed Indignantly.&lt;br /&gt;"Hollyleaf's gaze softened. She smiled at him.&lt;br /&gt;"Good. I trust you." She meowed. And they went inside the island.Inside was fabulous. Surrounding the island were weeping willows and there were nests of feathers and the softest moss and fur in the middle of the island.Also there was a freshkill pile. Lionblaze sat stunned. Hollyleaf purred at the way he sat just staring.&lt;br /&gt;"I'v been catching food all day for this." She told him."but I didn't know how much we would eat what ever we don't eat we can take back to camp. Besides it's not like were eating before we fed the clan.We weren't on Hunting patrol we just decided to catch some."She continued. They  chose a rabbit and then climbed a tree up to a small nest just big enough for two cats. They made themselves comfortable and put the rabbit between them.&lt;br /&gt;"So where did you get the catmint?" Hollyleaf asked. Lionblaze looked uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;"You would yowl at me for what i did to save our clan. And I don't blame you. I... I... Uh... I went to wind clan territory." He meowed Finally. Hollyleaf looked shocked.&lt;br /&gt;"You saved our clan." Hollyleaf meowed. No one would blame you if you told them. But it was wind clan's terri-"&lt;br /&gt;"I knew you would say that!" Lionblaze burst out."I knew you would! You don't know what I have to go through! You don't know about Heatherpaw and Tiger-" Lionblaze tried to stop but it was already out.Hollyleaf's eye's widened.&lt;br /&gt;"You'v been seeing Heatherpaw?" She asked. Lionblaze looked away.&lt;br /&gt;"No" He said quietly."I want to..." He couldn't look at her. Hollyleaf managed to look sorry, amazed and almost angry all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;"You want to go to the other clan." She meowed. Lionblaze's gaze snapped back to Hollyleaf.&lt;br /&gt;"No! I want to kill her! She gave away the secret of the tunnels!" Lionblaze Growled at the memory.&lt;br /&gt;"What were you saying about Tigerclaw?" Hollyleaf asked quietly.&lt;br /&gt;"He meet's me in my dreams. Thats where this came from" Lionblaze flicked his tail at his wound.&lt;br /&gt;Hollyleaf grimaced. Lionblaze looked at the sky and jumped up.&lt;br /&gt;"Firestar will make us apprentice's again if we stay longer than this!" Lionblaze Yowled. He ran down the tree trunk just stopping at the bottom long enough to see if Hollyleaf was coming then he grabbed some fresh kill and ran back towards camp.&lt;br /&gt;Before he reached training hollow he turned and slowed to a walk. He turned and sat down." We never discussed what we came to discuss." He meowed. Hollyleaf came running up. "If Squirrelflight isn't our mother who is?"Hollyleaf asked panting.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you really want to know?" Lionblaze asked her.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes!" Hollyleaf mewed eagerly."Do you know?" She asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. Did you notice how Leafpool was always so worried about us? And how when we met the Tribe Of Rushing Water Crowfeather praised me instead of his own son?" Lionblaze asked slowly as if not sure of himself.&lt;br /&gt;"What's Leafpool, Crowfeather and the Tribe Of Rushing Water have to do with it?" Hollyleaf asked lashing her tail in Frustration. Now Lionblaze got impatient.&lt;br /&gt;" Don't you see? Our parents are Crowfeather and Leafpool!" He said pacing. Hollyleaf's eye's widened. She kneaded the ground excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;"So the clans suspicions were right if they find out they could drive her out of the clan! She broke the warrior code twice. First she had a mate in another clan then she had a mate when she is a medicine cat." She mewed.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes... I wonder if firestar knew." He mused.&lt;br /&gt;" Hey! If we are Leafpool's kits then were still in the prophecy!" Hollyleaf bounded up and down the path in her excitement.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh hold still a minute!" Lionblaze snapped. "We need to get back to camp right now and talk to Firestar." Lionblaze bounded off grabbing his fresh kill as he ran past it.&lt;br /&gt;"Race you!" He called over his shoulder. They ran neck to neck neither one giving up until a badger came blundering out of the woods.&lt;br /&gt;"Run Lionblaze! Run!" Yowled Hollyleaf tossing her fresh kill to the badger they both bolted up a tree. The badger came lumbering forward. Then it spoke.&lt;br /&gt;"I come in peace" It said.&lt;br /&gt;"Midnight!" Hollyleaf meowed jumping down. Lionblaze followed. His pelt bristling.&lt;br /&gt;"What do you want?" He snarled. Then noticing she was no threat quickly smoothed his fur and calmed his voice.&lt;br /&gt;"Is there trouble?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." Midnight replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Follow me." Midnight lumbered down towards the lake swinging her head back every now and then to see if they were following. She walked to the island where the gatherings were held and swung a massive  paw towards River clan territory. Hollyleaf gasped.&lt;br /&gt;"What happened?" Lionblaze asked. Midnight looked over at them.&lt;br /&gt;" Humans. They try to build  House there." Midnight growled. Lionblaze looked confused.&lt;br /&gt;" Humans? House? what are those?" Hollyleaf asked.&lt;br /&gt;"I Mean twolegs and twoleg nest's." Midnight explained quickly." They take cats... and the cats never come back."&lt;br /&gt;Hollyleaf jumped back in fear as a twoleg came twowards the island.&lt;br /&gt;"Quick! In here!" Lionblaze hissed. They followed him into a tunnel right as the twoleg came onto the island.&lt;br /&gt;"Huh. I thought I saw a two cats over here. Hmm. I wish I had a cat, my daughter would love one." The twoleg said.&lt;br /&gt;"What is he saying?" Lionblaze Whispered.&lt;br /&gt;" He want's cat for twoleg kit." Midnight whispered back. The twoleg walked off the island and Lionblaze, Hollyleaf, and Midnight came out of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;" There going to destroy River clan!" Hollyleaf wailed.&lt;br /&gt;" That's why I came. I told Wind clan Too." Midnight told them.&lt;br /&gt;" Told them what?" Lionblaze asked impatiently.&lt;br /&gt;" Thunder clan and Wind clan will have to work together to help River clan. Shadow clan is losing faith in star clan and only Thunder clan and Wind clan Are left to help." Midnight explained. Lionblaze looked worried.&lt;br /&gt;"How can we help?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;" You must give your herbs to sick cats. Most you need to fight the twoleg's." Midnight answered.&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for telling us but we need to get back to camp." Hollyleaf meowed suddenly. She beckoned to Lionblaze and padded across the log towards the camp. Lionblaze followed close behind after he yowled over his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;" Thank you for The warning Midnight."&lt;br /&gt;As they snuck through the brambles by the dirt-place Lionblaze thought about River clan and Midnight. Then suddenly he remembered Leafpool and Crowfeather. I must tell Firestar. He thought. He and Hollyleaf ran inside just as a clan meeting began.&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! If we were still gone now Firestar would have missed us for sure." Hollyleaf whispered to Lionblaze.&lt;br /&gt;"Let all cats old enough to catch there own prey join beneath high-ledge for a clan meeting." Firestar yowled.&lt;br /&gt;Once all the clan had gathered, Firestar spoke.&lt;br /&gt;"Midnight has told me something very important. River clan is being destroyed by twoleg's. Midnight has said that Wind clan and Thunder clan will have to join together to help fight the twoleg's." He yowled. Several cats yowled there disagreement.&lt;br /&gt;" They never helped us!"&lt;br /&gt;"Did they tell us to come?"&lt;br /&gt;"What about the four clans?"&lt;br /&gt;" No. They don't know were coming. The four clans don't matter when another cat need's help." Firestar said, doing his best to answer the questions. after the meeting was over and everyone was back in there dens or nursery. Hollyleaf went to the fresh-kill pile, Picked up a mouse and went to the warriors den. Lionblaze ran up the rocky path and went into Firestar's den.&lt;br /&gt;" Firestar? Are you there?" He asked when he was outside the entrance of his den.&lt;br /&gt;"Lionblaze? Come in." Firestar mewed. Lionblaze entered and sat down.&lt;br /&gt;"How did you know about Midnight?" Lionblaze began.&lt;br /&gt;"Why were you gone and what do you know about Midnight?" Firestar asked.&lt;br /&gt;"We were going to moonpool to talk and when we came back we met midnight. She showed us River clan. River clan is swamped with Twolegs Firestar! We have to do something!" Lionblaze blurted out. Firestar looked at him.&lt;br /&gt;"Who is 'we'?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Hollyleaf and I." Lionblaze answered.&lt;br /&gt;" We will, we are meeting Wind clan at four tree's at sun high and I saw Midnight when she came to me in a dream." Firestar said.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know who our real mother was? And are we still in the prophecy?" Lionblaze asked.&lt;br /&gt;"No.I don't know who your real mother was.Do you?" Firestar answered.&lt;br /&gt;" Yes I think so but if the clan knew they could drive her out of the clan." Lionblaze mewed quietly.&lt;br /&gt;"Who is it Lionblaze?" Fiestar asked seriously.&lt;br /&gt;"leafpool and Crowfeather." He said quietly.Firestar Jumped to his feet.  His eye's turned to an icy fire.&lt;br /&gt;"Leafpool?! Her mate is Crowfeather?" Firestar yowled. Lionblaze cowered in a corner.&lt;br /&gt;Firestar stormed out to the medicine cat den. Lionblaze heard him ask when Leafpool had a second to talk.&lt;br /&gt;When he came back to his den he looked angry. Lionblaze suddenly regretted telling him about Leafpool. He slowly walked out of the den towards the warriors den. Then he realized he was hungry. He headed towards the fresh-kill pile   And chose a Water Vole. Then turned towards the nursery. He heard the kitten's mewing. Cinderfur padded across the clearing with two kits at her paw's.&lt;br /&gt;" Ill take the kits to the nursery for you Cinderfur!" Lionblaze mewed.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks! They have been following me for ages!" Cinderfur Meowed gratefully.&lt;br /&gt;"No" Said willowkit stubbornly.&lt;br /&gt;"We want to be apwinticises!" Mouskit mewed.&lt;br /&gt;"No. Maybe In a couple moon's Mousekit. Come over to the nursery and ill tell you a story about Firestar." Lionblaze meowed. The kits fell over each other to get to the nursery first. Lionblaze suddenly felt a burst of energy. He gulped down the Vole and thought up a good story. He chose the one about Firestar and Greystripe when they fed River clan from Thunder clan prey.&lt;br /&gt;                                       &lt;br /&gt;                     Chapter two&lt;br /&gt;Hollyleaf  went into the medicine cat's den.&lt;br /&gt;"Leafpool?" She called. no one answered. She trotted back out and ran into Willowkit.&lt;br /&gt;"Run!" Squeaked Willowkit.&lt;br /&gt;"Calm down Willowkit." Hollyleaf meowed cooly.&lt;br /&gt;"What is the matter?"&lt;br /&gt;"Shadow clan Warrior's! Run!" Willowkit squeaked back and scrambled of towards the lake with Littlefoot running after him.&lt;br /&gt;Hollyleaf gasped. She had thought the kit was joking. Just playing with the other kits. But she was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;"The camp is under attack!" She yowled as Shadow clan raced into camp. Cats sprang up out of the dens and rushed to defend there mates or kits. Hollyleaf spotted lionblaze and cinderfur teamed off with the Shadow clan warriors.&lt;br /&gt;Lionblaze sent a warrior yowling into the forest. Hollyleaf was suddenly knocked to the ground by a large tom-cat.&lt;br /&gt;Hollyleaf tried to wriggle out of his grasp but the tom-cat was to big for her. He put a paw on her throat and started to shred her fur with the other paw. Hollyleaf yowled with pain and anger she felt a burst of speed and energy and jumped upwards. She whipped around to face her opponent and then pinned him down to the ground. She snapped at his ear and he howled with pain.&lt;br /&gt;"A taste of your own medicine fox dung!" She spat and then suddenly jumped back as he knocked her down with his weight. She braced herself for his sharp claws to pierce her stomach but instead the weight was lifted. She looked up and saw Lionblaze. She gave him a grateful smile and bounded towards the yowling fury of Shadow clan cats. She glanced over to see Lionblaze not bother to size up a tom-cat two times bigger than him but to just give an amazing leap onto his back and send him yowling into the forest like the rest. She and Cinderfur knocked down a big tabby and rake there claws down his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;"We may be soft for kittypets but were strong when another Shadow clan attacks us!" Cinderfur yowled to the retreating    cat. Soon all the cats were sent mewing back to the Shadow clan camp.&lt;br /&gt;"Follow them and make sure they stay out of Thunder clan territory!" Firestar yowled.&lt;br /&gt;"Who do you want to go?" Asked Brambleclaw.&lt;br /&gt;"Lionblaze, Cinderfur, Hollyleaf, Squirrelflight  and you Brambleclaw." Firestar yowled. The cats raced after the sound of the Shadow clan intruders.Hollyleaf ran along the path with Lionblaze and Cinderfur on either side. They got to the end of Thunder clan territory and saw the Shadow clan Warriors stop. Lionblaze growled.&lt;br /&gt;"Wait! Don't make a sound and follow me!" Hissed Squirrelflight. She crouched down and crept around in front of the Shadow clan warriors.&lt;br /&gt;"Now Brambleclaw and Lionblaze, You keep going around tell you get to the back of them! If they go past there territory then you can attack. Just make sure you stay well hidden and down wind." She whispered. They obeyed.&lt;br /&gt;"Thunder clan! Those stupid mousebrains!" Blackstar snarled.  He crossed over the border waving his tail for the other cats to follow. They did.&lt;br /&gt;"Lets see what Thunder clan has to say about tha-"Blackstar began.&lt;br /&gt;"Now!" Squirrelflight yowled leaping onto Blackstar's back.  Cats swarmed out of the bushes and leapt at the intruders.&lt;br /&gt;The Shadow clan warrior's yowled with surprise and ran back to their territory.&lt;br /&gt;"Wow Lionblaze you really clawed Blackstar! He wont be forgetting that scar in a hurry." Hollyleaf meowed. Lionblaze puffed out his chest proudly.&lt;br /&gt;"It was nothing." He said. Then got carried away.&lt;br /&gt;"I could have fought twice that many!" He boasted. Hollyleaf and Squirrelflight rolled there eye's in perfect unison.&lt;br /&gt;"We need to get back to camp. You look pretty torn up and worn out Hollyleaf." Brambleclaw meowed as he headed back to camp. Lionblaze jumped up and raced after a squirrel he had spotted. Hollyleaf sniffed and halted.&lt;br /&gt;"Great star clan!  Look!" Lionblaze yowled from the top of the tree. Brambleclaw, Hollyleaf, Squirrelflight climbed to the top of the tree to look.&lt;br /&gt;"Great star clan." Squirrelflight breathed. They looked down at River clan territory. The forest was cut and the river was dry.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no" Brambleclaw whispered.&lt;br /&gt;"I had no. . . idea it was. . . this. . . Bad." Hollyleaf whispered hesitantly.&lt;br /&gt;"We have to tell Firestar. . . This." Lionblaze mewed quietly. He turned and raced down the tree not stopping at the bottom, He raced back to camp.&lt;br /&gt;"Firestar! We have to help! River clan is being torn to pieces! The patrols aren't even coming anymore!" Lionblaze blurted when he got to Firestar's den.&lt;br /&gt;"I will gather a patrol and send them to Wind clan territory to get more help. Then we will get rid of the twoleg's." Firestar said once Lionblaze had told him everything.&lt;br /&gt;"Go tell Greystripe, Brambleclaw, Cinderfur, Sandstorm, and Honeyfern to go over to Wind clan territory and ask them to form a patrol and meet at the island tomorrow. Then we will try to help River clan." Firestar meowed. Lionblaze ran of to get the warriors.&lt;br /&gt;"Race you there!" Lionblaze mewed over his shoulder as they raced towards the Wind clan camp. The six cats ran across the field towards the camp and then slowed to a walk when a patrol came.&lt;br /&gt;"Remember that we are on their territory. Does everyone understand that?" Greystripe asked. There were murmur's of agreement as the patrol came nearer.Lionblaze and the other cats braced themselves for an attack but none came.&lt;br /&gt;"We were told by Midnight why you came. We have gathered warriors and will meet at the island tomorrow." Tallstar meowed. Brambleclaw bowed his head in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;"So it will be." He mewed. the six cats walked back towards Thunder clan territory.&lt;br /&gt;"Well. . .We have done our part. Now we have to wait and see what will happen to River clan." Squirrelflight meowed. Then they all walked in silence into the camp.&lt;br /&gt;"Brambleclaw!" Firestar yowled. "Run to Wind clan! Tell them we have to go now!" Firestar's voice was urgent. Brambleclaw jumped and spun around running for the camp entrance. Lionblaze and Greystripe followed.&lt;br /&gt;"What is the matter?" Squirrelflight asked when they had left.&lt;br /&gt;"No,No, No! This cant be happening, no!" Yowled Bramblesong.&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy? What's going on? Are we in danger?" Willowkit whimpered.&lt;br /&gt;"It will be okay Willowkit. It will be okay." Littlefoot meowed.Lionblaze padded in.&lt;br /&gt;"What's going on?" He asked. Cinderfur lay down and sighed.&lt;br /&gt;"It's just. . . River clan. . . They're dying and getting taken away by. . . by. . .Twoleg's." Cinderfur's voice cracked and she ran to the warriors den. Leafpool and Jayfeather padded over.&lt;br /&gt;"What are we going to do?" Leafpool asked. Firestar looked at Leafpool and meowed,&lt;br /&gt;"I. . .I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;              Chapter three&lt;br /&gt;"We are only here to get rid of them not to kill them unless we have to!" Sandstorm yowled leaping at another twoleg.&lt;br /&gt;Lionblaze looked down nervously and realized he had scratched the twoleg to much. The twoleg bled from a gash in his neck. Lionblaze saw Greystripe run over to him. Lionblaze suddenly stopped breathing when he saw the look on Greystripe's face.&lt;br /&gt;"I know this twoleg!" Greystripe meowed. The twoleg got up and looked at Greystripe carefully studied him. Lionblaze held his breath. But just as soon as the twoleg bent over to touch him Lionblaze and Hollyleaf panicked. They ran over to Firestar and helped him but Greystripe stayed.&lt;br /&gt;"come here little guy. Come here." The twoleg said as he edged towards him. He reached down to pet him and Greystripe didn't resist. Then something snapped inside of Greystripe. He backed away and rushed at another twoleg.&lt;br /&gt;The twoleg looked crest fallen but suddenly he to came back to reality and jumped into his monster. He and Greystripe's eye's met once more. Greystripe turned and ran for the river bed. As the last twoleg was in his monster the cats dived back to the river bed and checked the warrior's to see if they were hurt.&lt;br /&gt;"Jayfeather! Come over here!" Sandstorm yowled. Jayfeather trotted over.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?" Jayfeather answered.&lt;br /&gt; "We have an injured warrior." Firestar Meowed. He and Jayfeather walked over to an old medicine cat den.&lt;br /&gt;"Here he is. He has a large cut on his flank. Can you fix it?" Sandstorm asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I think so. . .I need cobwebs." Jayfeather meowed as he walked over to the wounded cat.&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm I don't think it's that bad. It will heal soon." Sandstorm came running with the cobwebs.&lt;br /&gt;" Here they are!" She meowed as she shoved them onto the wound. The cat yelped.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks" Jayfeather muttered. Sandstorm and Firestar walked over to Greystripe who looked deep in thought.&lt;br /&gt;"Who was that twoleg?" Firestar asked quietly. Greystripe jolted forward.&lt;br /&gt;"What? Oh. Um. He used to own me. I'm just thinking about how glad I am that I came back.Thats all." Greystripe mewed.&lt;br /&gt;Sandstorm looked him over suspiciously then softened her gaze and walked away to some kits. Firestar looked at Greystripe too.&lt;br /&gt;"I know its more than that." He whispered.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll talk to you later. What was going on with Leafpool and you?" Greystripe asked.&lt;br /&gt;"We will talk later like you said. We need to tend to River clan." He whispered again. They walked side by side over to the sick cats.&lt;br /&gt;"How does that feel? Better?" Jayfeather asked after wrapping cobweb on the cat's wound.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes its much better, Thank you!" The cat meowed gratefully. The kits were soon tended to and the queens were better the clans went back home.&lt;br /&gt;"So what were you and Leafpool talking about?" Greysripe and Brambleclaw asked as they went back to camp.&lt;br /&gt;"Leafpool's mate is Crowfeather! And she is a medicine cat!" Firestar yowled. Then quieted his voice when two cats looked over their shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;"Well. . ." Firestar looked embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;"I shouldn't be angry. When I'm the one who went and ate before feeding the clan and. . . Other things." Firestar mewed.&lt;br /&gt;"Did. . . What did Leafpool say?" Brambleclaw asked eagerly. Firestar  smiled at him and batted his ear playfully.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll tell you if you can catch me!" He yowled running towards training hollow. Brambleclaw and Greystripe gave chase.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Firestar stopped and whirled around.&lt;br /&gt;"Stop!" He yowled. Brambleclaw and Greystripe Skidded to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;"What? What is it?" Greystripe asked worriedly.&lt;br /&gt;"Adder. Look!" Firestar meowed. But before Brambleclaw even glanced at it Greystripe bounded over and with two powerful swipes he killed the adder. He held it in his teeth proudly and put it on a stump.&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! Nice catch!" Bramblkeclaw was clearly impressed. Firestar's praise was different.&lt;br /&gt;"I'v never seen a adder up close except when Ravenpaw caught one. But that was to long ago for me to remember very well." He said slowly. Greystripe suddenly sprang up.&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! Wait till Milly see's this! She's going to jump five fox lengths high!" He yowled jumping on to the stump he sent the adder flying and it wrapped itself around Brambleclaw's paw's. Brambleclaw hissed with surprise and jumped back.&lt;br /&gt;"Watch it!" He hissed angrily. Greystripe sidled up to Brambleclaw and hissed playfully. Firestar leaned over and batted Brambleclaw on the ear. Brambleclaw gave a delighted yowl and jumped at Greystripe. Suddenly Firestar stopped.&lt;br /&gt;he looked sadly into the sky. Greystripe looked over and sat down next to Firestar.&lt;br /&gt;"It's like we went back when we were apprentice's. Back with Ravenpaw and Bluestar and Yellowfang. . . Back with memories." Greystripe sadly looked up to the sky and then lay down and put his head on his paw's.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. But now they're either in star clan or a farm. We will go to Barly's farm and visit Ravenpaw. Now I'm leader. I will give him a warrior name!" Firestar yowled breaking the sadness. They ran over logs and then climbed over old brick walls.&lt;br /&gt;"We should have told them we would be back tomorrow." Brambleclaw puffed."I'll go back and stay in charge since I have never really met Ravenpaw and I don't really want to travel. See you later." Brambleclaw yowled over his shoulder and veered off into the forest. Greystripe and Firestar ran away from the lake.&lt;br /&gt;"It's a long way to Ravenpaw's barn Firestar. Are you sure you want to go?" Greystripe panted "It's farther than the Tribe Of Rushing Water lives."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. I know. But I really want to see him and see how he's getting along." Firestar yowled over the blood pounding in his ear's.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. If that's what you want. I'm just following you." Greystripe suddenly halted. &lt;br /&gt;"What?" Firestar stopped next to him.  Greystripe sniffed and walked over to a tree.&lt;br /&gt;"What in star clan are you doing?" Firestar growled angrily. He to sniffed and walked over to the tree.&lt;br /&gt;"Purdy!" Firestar and Greystripe yowled at the same time. The cat yelped and climbed higher.&lt;br /&gt;"How do you know my name?" The cat meowed. Firestar looked exasperated.&lt;br /&gt;"Stupid fur ball! He still doesn't have any brains!" Greystripe muttered.&lt;br /&gt;"It's us mouse brain! The clan cats." Firestar yowled as he climbed the tree. The cat looked down.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not Purdy. I'm ash, his daughter, and this is my brother Middy." A black cat stepped out from behind a branch. He looked nervously down at Firestar.&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you so close to the lake?" Firestar asked.&lt;br /&gt;"We had to. The upwalkers moved and all the mice are gone." Ash answered.&lt;br /&gt;"What happened to Purdy? Is he. . . Is he. . ." Greystripe couldn't finish.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. Purdy? He roams around but never really talks to us even though we are his kits." Middy meowed suddenly not shy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;"Are there any other kits besides you?" Firestar asked jumping out of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;"Well. No there aren't any other kits that  are kin to us but there is a loner who helps lost or starving cats." Ash answered. The two cats jumped down beside Firestar.&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm. What is her name?" Greystripe asked curiously as he moved closer to Middy. Middy moved back nervously.&lt;br /&gt;"It's a tom. He never tells anyone his name. He only tells special cats. He is really helpful. He helped our mom when she was having her kits." Middy said quickly. Firestar looked around.&lt;br /&gt;"does he live around here?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;"He never has told any cat where he lives." Middy said slowly then jumped down from the tree."Look! There's a cat." She yelped. Everybody looked over. There out of the forest came a Brown, White and black majestic tom-cat. He looked over in there direction and his face lit up. He trotted over.&lt;br /&gt;"Peace. I have heard of you from my brother, Sol." the loner said. Greystripe's eye's burned like fire at the word Sol.&lt;br /&gt;"Your brother is Sol?" Firestar asked equally shocked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. Why?" the loner looked confused.&lt;br /&gt;"He tried to. . .He tried to ruin our clan!" Greystripe burst out. the loner looked calm.&lt;br /&gt;"I know." the loner cocked his head. "He said you tried to kill him. Is that true?"&lt;br /&gt;"Of course not! He told us that the sun would go out and we didn't believe him. Then he tried to ruin the clan!" Firestar yowled. the loner growled.&lt;br /&gt;" He always lied about things." the loner growled again.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. Yeah he was really mean to our kits." Greystripe meowed.&lt;br /&gt;"I apologize for him. I'm sorry he caused you troub-" the loner began&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you going to anyway?" Ash interrupted. Firestar looked at her and answered.&lt;br /&gt;"We were traveling towards our friend Ravenpaw's barn."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. Well I will go with you. Can I come back to your clan?" the loner asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes! Oh My name is Firestar and this is my clanmate Greystripe." Firestar meowed.&lt;br /&gt;"I am Dragonfang." The loner said.&lt;br /&gt; Chapter four&lt;br /&gt;Ash's eye's widened.&lt;br /&gt;"Your name is Dragonfang?" She asked amazed."The great cat named Dragonfang? That Dragonfang?" Middy asked. Dragonfang smiled.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. that Dragonfang." He meowed.&lt;br /&gt;"But you never have told anyone your name! Why have you told us?" Greystripe asked clearly confused.&lt;br /&gt;"Well. Actually I have told all my friends what my name is. I just don't tell everyone I help who I am. If I did then right now I would be surrounded by thankful cats." Dragonfang meowed laughing.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay we need to get going. Bye Ash! Bye Middy!" Greystripe meowed as he walked off.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh tell Purdy I said hi!" Firestar yowled over his shoulder.  Ash nodded in agreement and walked over to a fence post to soak in the sun. Greystripe, Firestar and Dragonfang made their way towards the setting sun.&lt;br /&gt;"So, who is this. . . Ravenpaw?" Dragonfang asked as they walked.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, He is our old friend. He lives in a barn a long way from here" Greystripe mewed. Firestar yowled in shock as he stepped onto a thunderpath right as a monster came tearing around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;"No! Firestar look out!" Dragonfang and Greystripe yowled at the same time. Greystripe barreled onto the thunderpath as the monster was almost on top of Firestar. The monster crashed over Firestar breaking his leg.&lt;br /&gt;"No!" Greystripe yowled again. Dragonfang rushed over towards Firestar. Greystripe stopped for a second and the a fire burned in his eye's.  He looked up at the twolegs who had pulled over to the side of the road. The twolegs got out of the monster and came rushing over.&lt;br /&gt;"Greystripe get back! The might have a weapon!" Dragonfang hissed. But Greystripe seemed not to have heard him. The twolegs bent down to examen Firestar. The biggest twoleg yowled something and sent the younger twolegs scurrying back to the monster. Then as the twoleg kits came running back with a bag the big twoleg murmured somthing that made Greystripe and Dragonfang more at ease. The twoleg then got some things that looked like thick cobweb and a stick then he wrapped the stick onto Firestar's leg. The twolegs then backed off and got into their monster and rumbled off. Dragonfang cautiously walked over to Firestar and sniffed the thick cobweb and stick. Firestar then groaned and tried to stand. Dragonfang hissed and jumped back falling into a mud puddle. Greystripe tried to stifle his laughter but couldn't and rolled over into the bushes letting out a burst of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;"What's so funny?" Dragonfang growled glaring at Greystripe. But Firestar interrupted them by groaning and shaking in pain. Greystripe looked at Firestar worriedly.&lt;br /&gt;"Are. . . Are you okay? Firestar, can you hear me?" Greystripe asked. Firestar rolled over and slowly got up. He gasped when he smelled the thick cobweb things.&lt;br /&gt;"Lilly and David!" He meowed suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;"That monster has knocked him senseless." Greystripe snorted. "I hate those twolegs." He Growled.&lt;br /&gt;"But they helped Firestar. He might not have lived without them!" Dragonfang meowed clearly shocked.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you talking about, Firestar? What is Lillyandavid?" Greystripe mewed changing the subject.&lt;br /&gt;"Its Lilly and David. They're my old twolegs." Firestar meowed. But then suddenly Greystripe jumped on Firestar.&lt;br /&gt;"Do not go back! Do not!" He yowled fiercely, his eye's boring into Firestar's bewildered eye's.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you talking about? I just mentioned that I know those twolegs. Not that I was going back to life as a kittypet. I'm proud I left!" Firestar meowed. He jumped up knocking Greystripe off into a thorn patch. Dragonfang purred with amusement.&lt;br /&gt;"What's so funny?" Greystripe mimicked. Dragonfang walked over rolling his eyes and helped pick out the thorns. When they had finished the three cats started off towards slowly towards home, taking turns helping Firestar.&lt;br /&gt;Brambleclaw ran into camp gasping for breath. He bolted through the thorn barrier, dodged Cinderfur, jumped over Willowkit and then jumped onto Highledge. All the cats looked up in bewilderment. Brambleclaw took a deep breath and yowled,&lt;br /&gt;"Firestar will not be coming back to camp for a while. He has tried to return to see Ravenpaw and make him a warrior. He told me that I am in charge. Tomorrow we will go back to River clan and bring there warriors into our camp so they can heal." Murmurs of disagreement and confusion rippled through the clan.&lt;br /&gt;"We can't let them see inside our camp!" Hollyleaf protested.&lt;br /&gt;"When are we going going? Not today are we?" Cinderfur yowled.&lt;br /&gt;"Not today." He meowed. "But soon." Brambleclaw yowled jumping off the rock. Lionblaze growled.&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong?" Hollyleaf asked quietly. Lionblaze motioned her to follow. She walked with him to the dirt place and sat down. But Lionblaze didn't. He crawled through the tunnel and bolted down the path. Hollyleaf jumped up and followed him.  Lionblaze then climbed a tree and waited for Hollyleaf calmly.&lt;br /&gt;"Look. Over there." He meowed when she had climbed up.&lt;br /&gt;"What? I don't see- Great star clan!" She breathed. She squinted against the sun and looked at the ruins of tree's and the riverbed.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. We need to help them now!" Lionblaze growled.&lt;br /&gt;"Wait. I have a plan! Follow me, we need to Find Firestar." Hollyleaf meowed hurriedly running down from the tree.&lt;br /&gt;Lionblaze's face brightened. When Hollyleaf had a plan it was a good one. He glanced quickly around the clearing in case another cat was watching then jumped down into the darkness after his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandstorm rolled over causing Icetail to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;"Your keeping me awake!" Icetail hissed.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Sorry." Sandstorm mewed.&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you still awake?" Icetail's voice had softened.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm worried about Firestar . . . I hope he's alright." Sandstorm mewed sadly.&lt;br /&gt;"He'll be okay. You'll see." Icetail meowed reassuringly. "Goodnight!" Either she hasn't woken up yet or she doesn't even care about our leader. Sandstorm thought drowsily. She rolled over again and suddenly sprang up.&lt;br /&gt;"Where is Lionblaze and Hollyleaf?!" She gasped. She ran out of the den and through the thorn barrier. Icetail Jumped up and ran after her yowling,&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you going? Wait for me!"&lt;br /&gt;"Lionblaze and Hollyleaf! Thats what Star clan was trying to tell me!" Sandstorm gasped as she bolted around trees and jumped over bushes.&lt;br /&gt;"What did they tell you?" Icetail panted.&lt;br /&gt;"They showed me a ruined riverbed and a torn up forest. It was River clan. Then they showed me the abandoned twoleg den. That must mean that Lionblaze and Hollyleaf took the wounded River clan warriors to the abandoned twoleg den!" Sandstorm suddenly stoped and gasped.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my." Icetail  whispered. Lionblaze was helping a old she-cat into the den. The den was filled with feathers, fur and moss of the softest kind. Sandstorm ran over and helped him.&lt;br /&gt;"It was Hollyleaf's idea." Lionblaze confessed. Hollyleaf beamed.&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you. That was-" Sandstorm cut off as Firestar and Greystripe came through the forest.&lt;br /&gt;"Firestar!" Sandstorm yowled.&lt;br /&gt;"Look out! There's a Rouge!" Lionblaze yowled when he saw Dragonfang. He rushed forward to attack him.&lt;br /&gt;"Lionblaze! No!" Greystripe yowled barreling into him. Lionblaze stumbled back dazed and confused.&lt;br /&gt;"Wha-" He began. "He- Who is that?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dragonfang. He will be staying at our clan." Greystripe meowed standing in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;"But he might be a spy! That could be a fake name!" Hollyleaf protested. Lionblaze and Sandstorm walked over.&lt;br /&gt;"What is this?" Sandstorm asked sniffing at the stick and thick cobweb, completely ignoring Hollyleaf.&lt;br /&gt;"I am no threat." Dragonfang told Hollyleaf.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. Whatever. Anyone could say that!" Hollyleaf growled.&lt;br /&gt;"This is something that twolegs put on me when I got hit with a monster." Firestar said sniffing his leg.&lt;br /&gt;"Ugh! It reeks!" Lionblaze wrinkled his nose in disgust and backed away.&lt;br /&gt;"It was his old. . . twolegs!" Greystripe meowed looking at Firestar's leg covering with distaste.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. . . Be quiet! I said I wasn't even thinking about going back." Firestar snapped. Hollyleaf looked back over her shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;"We need to get the rest of the cats into the den." She said trotting back. The others followed.&lt;br /&gt;" When-" Lionblaze was cut off when out of the darkness came a huge badger.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry. Its only Midnight." Hollyleaf meowed. But the badger was a male badger and much bigger.&lt;br /&gt;"Run!" Firestar yowled. Hollyleaf  ran beside Firestar and Dragonfang. Firestar suddenly fell down. He tried to get to get up but couldn't. His green eyes glazed with pain and fear.&lt;br /&gt;"Firestar! Run!" Greystripe's horror filled voice shattered the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;"You can run, but you can't hide." The Badger growled chuckling. Dragonfang, Hollyleaf and Greystripe helped Firestar get up.&lt;br /&gt;"Its this stupid Cobweb!" Firestar growled angrily biting at the stick. Greystripe ripped of the stick an Cobweb and helped Firestar get to his paws again. Hollyleaf bolted away through the tree's as the badger came crashing through the forest after them. They ran up a tree with Dragonfang in the lead.&lt;br /&gt;"we will be safe up here." Dragonfang told the panic stricken faces.&lt;br /&gt;"are you sure . . . Badgers . . . Badgers don't climb tree's?" Hollyleaf asked shakily.&lt;br /&gt;"yes. I am" Dragonfang replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Great Star clan! Where is Lionblaze?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Chapter Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brambleclaw yawned and stretched. &lt;br /&gt;"Firestar isn't back yet." He muttered to himself. He walked into the warriors den to wake up Lionblaze. Leafpool stopped him.&lt;br /&gt;"Have you seen Hollyleaf and Lionblaze?" She asked.&lt;br /&gt;"No. I was just going to get them." He answered.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, don't bother. They're not there." Meowed Leafpool as she trotted off to search for them.&lt;br /&gt;"Leafpool!" Brambleclaw yowled. Leafpool turned.&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"Listen!" Brambleclaw hissed. From the forest came the sounds of terrified cats. Brambleclaw ran under the thorn barrier with Leafpool on his paws.&lt;br /&gt;"Get Jayfeather! Get more warriors!" Brambleclaw yowled. Leafpool nodded and dashed off to get Jayfeather.&lt;br /&gt;"Jayfeather! Get up!" Leafpool woke first one cat then another. Then they rushed out and followed the voices.&lt;br /&gt;"Lionblaze! Climb a tree!" Shrieked Hollyleaf. But he didn't. Hollyleaf didn't want to sit and watch her brother die. She gave a war cry and leaped onto the Badgers head.&lt;br /&gt;'Hollyleaf, no!" Lionblaze yowled from under the Badger.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes!" Hollyleaf yowled from on top of the Badger. The Badger threw them from his back and they went flying into a hill.&lt;br /&gt;"Now you will see what it's like to be driven from your home!" He growled sliding slowly forward. Lionblaze and Hollyleaf looked at the cats sitting in the tree bleeding. Then they looked at each other desperately. Then like a spark they both let out a long caterwaul. The Badger paused as if he couldn't believe they had enough wits to still yowl.&lt;br /&gt;"Think you can scare Toronto with a yowl? Well you can't!" He snarled, and moved  forward again.&lt;br /&gt;Brambleclaw's paws didn't even seem to touch the ground as he flew along the path.&lt;br /&gt;"Lionblaze! Hollyleaf! That's them!" He yowled when he heard the yowling. He ran along the path, his paws and the ground just a blur. He took a huge leap and knocked into the big Badger.&lt;br /&gt;"If you want them, you'll have to fight for them!" He growled. The Badger turned.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Its the humble father come to save the day, is it? Ha! Well you will have to get past me first!" Toronto snarled. Lionblaze took his chance. He leaped from the hill and smashed into Toronto digging his claws into his exposed stomach.&lt;br /&gt;"Graaaar! uff!" He yowled. Toronto looked down howling with pain and anger. Hollyleaf started to follow her brother when she felt a cat next to her brush her fur. She looked over, still running. Bluestar and Whitestorm were running next to her, just a hazy image. She looked at them thankfully and continued her attack. She headed for his turned head. She hit her mark. Brambleclaw also saw his chance. He bolted forward and knocked Toronto's paws out from under him. Toronto grunted in alarm as he was dragged down. He snorted and dragged himself up again and swiped the cats off with one powerful paw and lumbered off.&lt;br /&gt;"Whew! Thanks Brambleclaw!" Hollyleaf gasped. Brambleclaw muttered something about helpless kits and then looked up.&lt;br /&gt;"Firestar! Greystripe!" He yowled. The three cats hung from the branches of the big oak, bleeding. Lionblaze, Hollyleaf and Brambleclaw ran over to them.&lt;br /&gt;"The Badger did that!" Hollyleaf growled angrily. Brambleclaw's jaw hung open.&lt;br /&gt;"No....!" He mewed under his breath.&lt;br /&gt;"Where... Wha?" Dragonfang tried to speak. Firestar slowly got up and looked around.&lt;br /&gt;"The twoleg den?" Greystripe asked. Greystripe was not as wounded as the others but he had a gash in his paw.&lt;br /&gt;"shhh! Don't try to talk." Hollyleaf flicked her tail over his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;"S-Stop it!" Greystripe sputtered.&lt;br /&gt;"Ugh! I feel... I feel... I...." Firestar stood up and then whirled around falling into the river.&lt;br /&gt;"Firestar!" Hollyleaf yelled flinging herself into the water after him. Brambleclaw and Lionblaze jumped in after her. Firestar's head went under.&lt;br /&gt;"No! Firestar, no!" Hollyleaf's desperate cry filled the air. She dove under. Then with sudden panic she saw something caught in the reeds.&lt;br /&gt;She swam over and grabbed the form. She came to the surface sputtering. Squinting she looked down at the still form. She jumped back in horror. Ashfur! His fur was shredded. She gasped.&lt;br /&gt;"Ashfur! What-?" Hollyleaf shook her wet fur. Then she remembered.&lt;br /&gt;"He's dead you Mousebrain!" She snapped at herself. She snapped her head back up with sudden fear. Firestar! Where is Firestar? She dove back under and searched for him. when she pulled herself back up for breath, she panicked. Where was the surface? She felt herself falling.&lt;br /&gt;Then she broke the surface. She gulped in huge mouthfuls of crisp clean air. She looked farther down stream. Firestar! She noticed him by his orange fur. He was trapped the reeds.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm coming Firestar!" She gasped. She pushed herself down the stream towards him. She grabbed Firestar's neck fur and hulled them both up onto dry land. She looked upstream and saw Lionblaze and Brambleclaw paddling over. She glanced at Firestar. His chest heaved and then fell and then heaved and stopped moving.&lt;br /&gt;Leafpool bounded along the path. She heard splashes and she turned off into the forest. She saw Dragonfang and Greystripe.&lt;br /&gt;"Jayfeather! Over here!" She called. Jayfeather came running over.&lt;br /&gt;"What is wrong and who is it?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Greystripe and-"&lt;br /&gt;"I can sniff them." He snapped. "I mean the new cat. He isn't from Shadowclan, Windclan or Riverclan."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh." Leafpool sounded hurt. "I didn't mean-"&lt;br /&gt;"Who is he?" Jayfeather asked again, clearly exasperated. Leafpool sighed.&lt;br /&gt;"Dragonfang. A great cat. The brother of Sol." Leafpool sounded very important.&lt;br /&gt;"Sol? He is the brother of Sol!?" Jayfeather wrinkled his nose as if he had just smelled mouse bile. Leafpool bite back a yowl of alarm as a cat came crashing through the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;"Hollyleaf! I-" Leafpool was cut off again as Hollyleaf explained, her eye's wide with fright.&lt;br /&gt;"-And after Brambleclaw and Lionblaze got onto dry land I looked back at Firestar and he looked very sick. His eye's were closed and he was bleeding very badly! I didn't stop to think. I came right to you. Please hurry! Firestar might... Might die!" Hollyleaf gasped. Leafpool and Jayfeather jumped up.&lt;br /&gt;"Take me too them, quick!" Leafpool ordered. Hollyleaf jumped up and rushed off.Jayfeather stayed right behind Leafpool so he wouldn't have to be guided. When they came into the clearing Hollyleaf pointed to the other side of the river. Leafpool ran up the bank and around a corner. Hollyleaf and Jayfeather followed. Leafpool walked cautiously over a fallen log that led across the river.&lt;br /&gt;"Firestar!" She yowled. They ran down the path to him.&lt;br /&gt;"Out of the way quick!" She growled. Dragonfang and Greystripe reluctantly stepped away from firestar. Leafpool took her herbs from the little piece of moss that held them. She heard everybody gasp and she looked down.&lt;br /&gt;"Is he dying?"&lt;br /&gt;"Is he sick?"&lt;br /&gt;"What's happening?" Cries came from the desperate cats. Leafpool looked at them and responded quietly,&lt;br /&gt;"He is losing a life."&lt;br /&gt;"Bluestar! It has been so long since I last saw you! Where is Spottedleaf?" Firestar asked. Bluestar looked down at him.&lt;br /&gt;"You need to get to River clan! Now! Right now! Go!" Bluestar's shaking voice filled his ears. He didn't even take his place in the circle of stary cats. Firestar started to open his eye's.&lt;br /&gt;"He's awake!"&lt;br /&gt;"He's alive!"&lt;br /&gt;"Quiet! Something is wrong! Jayfeather, give him some Yarrow leaves." Leafpools voice cut through Jayfeather's thoughts. He jumped to do as he was told. He gave him the Yarrow leaves and then sat down and walked in Firestar's mind. He saw a torn forest with a crumbling riverbed.  He also saw Firestar. He was looking into the forest. Then Firestar looked up, saw him and growled.&lt;br /&gt;"Jayfeather! That power is not to use for anythi-" Jayfeather jolted awake. He heard Firestar get up after coughing and he could feel his gaze boring into him. He wished he wasn't blind. He kicked a nettle bush in his frustration and stung his paw. He growled. Leafpool looked over.&lt;br /&gt;"What's eating you?" She meowed surprised.&lt;br /&gt;"A nettle bush." Jayfeather muttered absent-mindedly. The others laughed and then they stopped and got serious.&lt;br /&gt;"Firestar? Are you okay?" Hollyleaf asked. Firestar stood.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. Now I am. When I lose a life I get healed with the new one." Firestar meowed. He looked at the sky.&lt;br /&gt;"Gather fresh warriors. We are going to go to River clan now." He yowled. Jayfeather muttered something and then ran off towards the fallen log. He sniffed and tested it with one paw. He took one cautious step and then another. When he was finally across the log, he bolted  smelling his way along the trail. He suddeny stopped and sniffed.&lt;br /&gt;"Who's there?" He growled in what he hoped was a fierce voice.&lt;br /&gt;"It's me, Sandstorm." Sandstorm answered. Jayfeather pretended to not be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;"I am doing fine!" Jayfeather snapped, immediately thinking she was looking for him so she could baby him.&lt;br /&gt;"I wasn't... I didn't mean to... okay." Sandstorm sighed sadly and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;"Hmph! I don't need anyone to take care of me!" Jayfeather growled. Sandstorm came trotting back. Jayfeather smelled her. He tried to enter her thoughts but he couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;" I don't need-" Jayfeather began. But Sandstorm cut him off.&lt;br /&gt;"Where is Firestar? I have a right to know where my mate is!"&lt;br /&gt;" I... He is over that way. He needs warriors to go to River clan. I am going to gather some." Jayfeather meowed. Sandstorm looked thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;"The river... More warriors... What about Wind clan?" Sandstorm asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Um... I don't think... What about the cats in the abandoned twoleg nest?" Jayfeather asked instead. Sandstorm thought for a second.&lt;br /&gt;"I got a few warriors to look after them. They will be fine." Sandstorm meowed.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, okay." Jayfeather answered, and went on towards the Thunder clan camp.&lt;br /&gt;"Firestar! You're hurt! What happened?" Sandstorm asked when she saw them. She nodded her head in respect to Dragonfang and then her eyes moved back to Firestar.&lt;br /&gt;"Well?" She asked. Firestar looked at her.&lt;br /&gt;"You would sleep better if I didn't tell you." was all he said.&lt;br /&gt;"No I wouldn't! I am still worried!" Sandstorm protested. Firestar shook his head.&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, We need to get those warriors." Leafpool reminded them.&lt;br /&gt;"Later, Sandstorm. Now, as Leafpool said, we go to get warriors. We will make those twolegs go back to there nests!" Firestar spat the word twoleg as if it was a piece of crowfood stuck in his teeth.&lt;br /&gt;"Firestar." Sandstorm narrowed her eyes. "I need to talk to you." She meowed, and walked away to the camp. Firestar watched her leave and then turned back to Dragonfang and Greystripe.&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go!" He yowled, and rushed off to the Thunder clan camp. Dragonfang looked confused. As he ran along side of Greystripe he asked,&lt;br /&gt;"What is River clan?"&lt;br /&gt;"It is another clan. Remember? We live in clans." Greystripe reminded Draonfang and then kept running. Satisfied, Dragonfang didn't ask anymore questions.&lt;br /&gt;Sandstorm lightly jumped over a fallen tree and then dodged around a nettle bush. She raced through the camp entrance without even panting. She trotted over towards Firestar's den and then jumped neatly onto High-ledge.&lt;br /&gt;"Let all cats old enough to catch there own prey join beneath High-ledge for a clan meeting!" She yowled. She felt strange being up so high.&lt;br /&gt;Cats came out of there dens and she spotted Leafpool and the others come in through the entrance. Firestar was about to climb up but thought better of it and let Sandstorm do it. Sandstorm looked grateful.&lt;br /&gt;"River clan is suffering," Sandstorm began but another cat talked over her.&lt;br /&gt;"River clan never cared about us! Why should we care about them? There just a couple Mousebrains! Let them die out. Star clan wouldn't care if the Mousebrains of the wild died ou-" Slashclaw yowled.&lt;br /&gt;"Thats enough!" Lionblaze had jumped into him and knocked him of his paws.&lt;br /&gt;"They are just to proud to say they need help. They will help us one day!" Lionblaze growled. Slashclaw, still stunned, shook his head and then leapt up knocking Lionblaze over. He slashed his shoulder open with one blow.&lt;br /&gt;"Now we will see who is strongest!" Slashclaw grinned and leapt forward again. This time Lionblaze was ready. He ripped open his chest with one paw and then slashed his face to shreds with the other paw.&lt;br /&gt;"Stop it! Stop it!" Firestar tried to push his way in but the circle of cats that were taking sides and chanting for Lionblaze to win had grown to big. Sandstorm tried to jump down but she couldn't, everything was chaos. The queens shrieked and yowled trying to get back to their kits.&lt;br /&gt;Warriors tried to stop the fight and apprentices tried to get in the fight. Lionblaze took another blow and returned it with a blow to the head.&lt;br /&gt;It sent Slashclaw staggering backwards and then Lionblaze sent him another blow with claws on the end of it. Slashclaw fell. He tried to stand but his leg gave out.&lt;br /&gt;"I am the strongest!" Lionblaze howled as Slashclaw limped away. Firestar and Sandstorm bounded up to him.&lt;br /&gt;"Lionblaze!" Sandstorm growled. Then turned and snapped to the cats who were still chanting, "Li-on-blaze! Li-on-blaze! Li-on-blaze!",&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up Mousebrains!" The cats quieted.  Firestar knocked Lionblaze down.&lt;br /&gt;"What were you thinking?! You could have gotten more of the clan hurt!" Firestar shook him.&lt;br /&gt;"How do you like it? How do you like being shook?" Firestar shook Lionblaze and he bled more.&lt;br /&gt;"Firestar! Your being to harsh!" Sandstorm looked at him in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;"No I'm not! He could have gotten this whole clan dead from loss of blood!" Firestar roared.&lt;br /&gt;"Firestar!" Sandstorm stood her ground.&lt;br /&gt;"What?" Firestar roared at her.&lt;br /&gt;"Firestar!" Sandstorm growled and narrowed her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"No! I am not what almost killed the clan! Lionblaze is!" Firestar yowled. Then he suddenly stopped. His eyes were an icy fear.&lt;br /&gt;"What's happening? What have I done?" FIrestar yowled. Lionblaze looked up, his eyes full of tears that he would not let fall.&lt;br /&gt;"It was for the clan. But maybe I wasn't meant to be hear." He said, and walked away, out of the camp. Away from the clans. Sandstorm and Leafpool stood watching him go. Suddenly it was Sandstorm's turn to explode.&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you do that? Now he is gone! Firestar... I thought I could expect more of you." Sandstorm turned, jumped back up to High-ledge and yowled in a hoarse voice,&lt;br /&gt;"The meeting is over!" The cats scattered.&lt;br /&gt;"Leafpool, Please give us some time alone Sandstorm meowed quietly. Leafpool looked at her.&lt;br /&gt;"okay. I understand." Leafpool meowed, and walked away. Sandstorm wached her then turned back to Firestar.&lt;br /&gt;"Come." She commanded and walked to Firstar's den. Firestar felt like a foolish kit about to be punished. Sandstorm and Firestar entered the den.&lt;br /&gt;"Firestar, why did you do that? Why?" Sandstorm asked. Firestar's eyes were glazed over.&lt;br /&gt;"Firestar! Why?" Sandstorm woke him to reality.&lt;br /&gt;"Tigerstar. It's Tigerstar. This is Tigerstar's fault!" Firestar's voice rose to a screech.&lt;br /&gt;"Firestar, Firestar. It's okay." Sandstorm soothed. "What is Tigerstar?" She asked.&lt;br /&gt;"They..." Firestar could not finish.&lt;br /&gt;"They what?" Sandstorm prompted.&lt;br /&gt;"Tigerstar comes in my dreams." Firestar started to shake all over. He opened his paws. Every claw was bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;"Firestar!" Sandstorm meowed, shocked. Firestar's eyes glazed over again as he showed Sandstorm his stomach. Fur was gone and dried blood was there.&lt;br /&gt;"Tigerstar said that one of the cats in my clan was... was an enemy and would be... betray us. Then he said the proof would be that one of the cats would pick a fight with another cat and then when the other surrendered, that cat would kill the rest. Of course, I didn't believe him. But when Lionblaze-" Firestar shook with fear. He looked into Sandstorm's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"I need a rest. I need somebody powerful and wise to take my place as leader." Firestar said quietly.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want me to-" Sandstorm started.&lt;br /&gt;"No. I was thinking of Greystripe, Hollyleaf, Lionblaze, Brambleclaw or Cinderfur or Lionblaze." Firestar meowed.&lt;br /&gt;"Lionblaze left. I doubt we can bring him back." Sandstorm told him.&lt;br /&gt;Lionblaze ran along the trail.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, well! If it isn't the little kitten!" Tigerstar said.&lt;br /&gt;"Stop it! Your the one who got me into this mess!" Lionblaze snapped.&lt;br /&gt;"I am bigger than you. Don't challenge me!" Tigerstar hissed. Lionblaze turned and looked at him defiantly.&lt;br /&gt;" I will challenge anybody I want to." He stated flatly. Tigerstar growled menacingly.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no you won't." Tigerstar growled.&lt;br /&gt;"Wanna bet? I bet a whole pile of fresh-kill I can rip you to shreds, Foxdung!" Lionblaze yowled as he jumped forward.&lt;br /&gt;"I bet a pile of dead cat meat you won't! And that meat will be yours!" Lionblaze grimaced at the thought of him, his pelt torn to shreds. Tigerstar slammed into him interrupting his thoughts. Lionblaze leapt to his feet, tail twitching angrily.&lt;br /&gt;"Take that, Foxdung!" He yowled ripping his claws down Tigerstar's side. Tigerstar howled with pain. He jumped up and raced at Lionblaze. At the last second, Lionblaze stepped over and Tigerstar smashed his head into the tree.&lt;br /&gt;"There goes his tenth life!" Lionblaze thought happily. He had beaten Tigerstar in a fight! Lionblaze scratched his claws on a dead tree. Then he turned and ran into a cat no bigger than him. Heatherpaw!&lt;br /&gt;"Heatherpaw! What are you doing here?" Lionblaze asked shocked. Heatherpaw looked shocked.&lt;br /&gt;"That's Heatherclaw to you! And who was that cat you just taught a lesson?" Heatherclaw asked. Lionblaze glowed in her admiration.&lt;br /&gt;"It was Tigerstar. I need to talk to you!" He told her.&lt;br /&gt;"What?" Heatherclaw asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you give away the secret of the tunnels?" Lionblaze growled.&lt;br /&gt;"Tigerstar?! He was killed by Firestar! And I didn't give it away! The kits revealed the secret when they got back to the clan! It wasn't me!" Heatherclaw meowed.&lt;br /&gt;Lionblaze looked at her.&lt;br /&gt;"And I have been mad at you for all this time..!" He murmured. Then he looked up.&lt;br /&gt;"You can't be my-" Heatherclaw began.&lt;br /&gt;"We can do whatever we want! Greystripe did!" Lionblaze cut in.&lt;br /&gt;"Greystripe? Oh, yeah. He did, didn't he! But that is still going against the warriors code!" Heatherclaw wailed.&lt;br /&gt;"Listen. I don't like to go against the warriors code, but for you... I will!" Lionblaze whispered. Heatherclaw thought a moment.&lt;br /&gt;"What about our clans? We will have to fight and my leader, your leader! What about that?" She asked. Lionblaze looked away.&lt;br /&gt;"I'v thought about that." He meowed and looked at her. "I was punished by Firestar. He thought I did something, I don't know what, but... I am leaving!" Lionblaze spoke with defiance. Heatherclaw looked alarmed.&lt;br /&gt;"But, what about me? What if you get killed and I never see you again?" She wailed. Lionblaze smiled.&lt;br /&gt;"I have thought of that too!" He replied. "You're coming with me!" He spoke excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;"No! I couldn't! My clan! What about them?" Heatherclaw looked at him sadly. "I would never be able to." She mewed, and turned towards her clan territory.&lt;br /&gt;"Heatherclaw! No! Heatherclaw!" Lionblaze ran in front of her. "No! I will do anything for you! Don't leave! I will think of something else" He meowed.&lt;br /&gt;"We can't go to different clans now that we are warriors. We both have promised to uphold the warrior code and defend our clan with our life if we need to." Heatherclaw meowed.&lt;br /&gt;"Then what about running away? Now that I know you didn't tell them about the tunnels..." Lionblaze looked at her. Heatherclaw looked up. Their eyes met.&lt;br /&gt;"No. I can't." Heatherclaw meowed. "You will have to find a cat from your own clan. There is no reason we can't stay being friends."&lt;br /&gt;"But, Heatherclaw! You were always more than just a friend to me!" Lionblaze yowled as she walked away. He was sad but somehow, he knew what she meant.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, back to the matter of River clan." He muttered. But he couldn't focus. His mind always roamed back to Heatherclaw. Maybe she's right. We can still be friends. Stop it Lionblaze! Just shut up! You will have to forget about her! River clan is the main problem now!  He thought.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, River clan..." He muttered to himself again. He walked towards River clan but then whirled around and ran back to Heatherclaw.&lt;br /&gt;"Heatherclaw! Heatherclaw!" He yowled. He stopped dead in his tracks. Crowfeather!&lt;br /&gt;"C-Crowfeather!" Lionblaze sputtered. "What are you doing here?" He asked. Crowfeather looked at him.&lt;br /&gt;"What am I doing here? You are on my territory!" Crowfeather meowed. Lionblaze looked at him.&lt;br /&gt;"When you Mousebrains have a territory hedgehogs will fly!" Lionblaze snapped without thinking. Heatherclaw widened her eyes and looked at Lionblaze.&lt;br /&gt;"Lionblaze!" She yowled, but it was too late, Crowfeather was on top of him.&lt;br /&gt;"Well we do have a territory. Because we may be Mousebrains" He meowed holding him down. "But you are a bunch of Fox dung!" Lionblaze was furious. Fox dung? That was the highest insult! He pushed himself upward.&lt;br /&gt;"Crowfeather, you are finished!" He yowled.&lt;br /&gt;"Lionblaze! Don't! Don't do it!" He heard Heatherclaw yowl. But he didn't listen. He didn't have a clan now. He was a loner. And he had the power of the stars in his paws! He bit into Crowfeather's neck. Suddenly he felt himself being lifted.&lt;br /&gt;"Lionblaze! Stop it now! Right now!" Leafpool was standing over him.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't take that from Thunder clan!" Crowfeather spat. And lunged at Lionblaze's throat. But Lionblaze was ready. He Jumped out of the way expecting Crowfeather to go crashing into the tree behind. But instead, Crowfeather ran up the tree, launched himself off the tree limb and crashed onto Lionblaze.&lt;br /&gt;"Ha!" He crowed. "Thunder clan is so strong!" He said in a smooth, taunting voice. Lionblaze was furious! He had been jumped on! And in front of Heatherclaw too! He shook his head. No stupid kittypet Mousebrain was going to beat him! He jumped up, shook his head, knocked Leafpool away from him, and slashed Crowfeather's stomach open.&lt;br /&gt;"Uf-f!" Crowfeather groaned. "I give... up." He groaned and fell down next to a death berry bush.&lt;br /&gt;"Crowfeather! Lionblaze!" Heatherclaw yowled. Lionblaze stood over him. He slowly lifted his paw up and then slashed it down and Crowfeather moved no more. Lionblaze's paws dripped and the reek of blood was all around him.&lt;br /&gt;"Lionblaze! Quick!" Heatherclaw yowled. Lionblaze opened his eyes. Crowfeather wasn't in front of him. Leafpool wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;"Wha-" Lionblaze began.&lt;br /&gt;"Quick! Crowfeather's coming!" Heatherclaw hissed. They climbed up a tree and listened. Crowfeather padded across the clearing and walked into Thunder clan territory. He jumped back out.&lt;br /&gt;"Thats not my territory! Huh. What was I thinking?" Crowfeather muttered. Lionblaze spoke when he had left.&lt;br /&gt;"I need you to help me. River clan's territory is growing smaller and smaller while there clan is getting bigger and bigger!"&lt;br /&gt;"I know! I am trying!" Heatherclaw wailed.&lt;br /&gt;"No, wait! I have an idea!" Lionblaze suddenly yowled.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, terrific. Why didn't you say that louder? Maybe Crowfeather wouldn't have heard you." Heatherclaw growled crossly. Lionblaze's mouth snapped shut.&lt;br /&gt;"Oops!" he mewed. Crowfeather walked back over.&lt;br /&gt;"Spying on me, huh?" He growled. Lionblaze gulped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats as far as i have gotten. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-9152898467486150637?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9152898467486150637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-story.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/9152898467486150637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/9152898467486150637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-story.html' title='my story.'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-1011341766889224420</id><published>2009-04-12T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:37:46.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coolness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SeOP1-sE4YI/AAAAAAAAAKo/4VCUPcef8IM/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324257342005764482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SeOP1-sE4YI/AAAAAAAAAKo/4VCUPcef8IM/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tris and Kimberly. 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(of the ants) YAY! HAPPY EASTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now, there is lots of people that take drugs and stuff and thats what I meant by: "fighting on the border". okay? okay. Now, my sister, (andrea. &lt;a href="http://quoodle.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://quoodle.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ) Came over and so did my grandparents! We played Oh Hell. (is it OKAY to be playing Oh Hell on easter????) and it was lots of fun. Oh Hell is a card game. Oh! And guess what! MY BRO CROSSED THE BORDER! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!! =) He is safe and sound exept for a nasty cold/fever. Anyway, I am doing, like, a talking diary on the videoo camera. AND, guess what! Tristan tried to record my password on the camera when I was signing in on my user on this computer when it was in his room. &gt;:( The little creep. LOL! I video'ed over it and then changed my password and my hint. (i changed my hint to: Tristan tried to record my password the freak!!!) Lol! now, the first pic is the one I have for my user's background! PS: I love these pictures of the Warrior Cats!!!! (i copied them off of sites. IS THAT ILEAGLE?????!!!!!) the rest of the pics are random funnyness from the site Elrania found. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-1011341766889224420?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1011341766889224420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/coolness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/1011341766889224420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/1011341766889224420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/coolness.html' title='Coolness!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SeOP1-sE4YI/AAAAAAAAAKo/4VCUPcef8IM/s72-c/Bowling+and+Morocco+077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-4478112015227316720</id><published>2009-04-11T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:14:47.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My bro</title><content type='html'>I hope Tris is all right... He might have entered Mexico by now or is just about to leave from the hotel. There is fighting and stuff on the Mexican border for those of you who didn't hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-4478112015227316720?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4478112015227316720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-bro.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/4478112015227316720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/4478112015227316720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-bro.html' title='My bro'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-6537873580267269339</id><published>2009-04-10T17:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T18:30:12.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny</title><content type='html'>This is a video that i got for my brother Jason. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind. I will have to load it later. It won't work! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also just found the coolest website! The address is: &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/licia_north/horses.html"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/licia_north/horses.html&lt;/a&gt; !!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beware. there might be spoilers for those who have not read the books!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-6537873580267269339?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6537873580267269339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny_10.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/6537873580267269339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/6537873580267269339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny_10.html' title='funny'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-6030348280576440216</id><published>2009-04-10T17:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:34:52.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funny</title><content type='html'>This is a video that i got for my brother Jason. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-6030348280576440216?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6030348280576440216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/6030348280576440216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/6030348280576440216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny.html' title='funny'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-6752504149311931557</id><published>2009-04-10T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:33:26.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HORSES</title><content type='html'>Mom said I/we can go back to Kay's (horse riding lessons. Kay is SO sweet!) if I finish my AWANA book.  YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!! WOOOOOHOOO! I also studied as soon as I got home from AWANA on tuesday and Tristan helped me study. I got THREE sections ready for next week! LETS GO BENNETTO'S, LETS GO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-6752504149311931557?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6752504149311931557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/horses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/6752504149311931557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/6752504149311931557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/horses.html' title='HORSES'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-8947319977694672585</id><published>2009-04-10T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:30:25.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My brother</title><content type='html'>Well, Tristan's off to Mexico! I get to take care of Princess while he is gone! (Princess is his calico cat)  Please comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-8947319977694672585?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8947319977694672585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-brother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/8947319977694672585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/8947319977694672585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-brother.html' title='My brother'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-8435671749124191501</id><published>2009-04-09T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:01:36.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn.</title><content type='html'>I am SO tired. I don't know why... Hey, Andrea, I bet you would LOVE to be down here! It is all rainy and foggy and... Springy! (Just a light rain.) I LOVE HORSES!!!!!!!!!! Sorry. I just have to do that once in a while. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-8435671749124191501?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8435671749124191501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/yawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/8435671749124191501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/8435671749124191501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/yawn.html' title='Yawn.'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-6092041240225704941</id><published>2009-04-08T19:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:30:34.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AWESOME COLOR!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sd1doZGZ_6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/IO4Ymu12EBw/s1600-h/Night+scene..bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322513283135700898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sd1doZGZ_6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/IO4Ymu12EBw/s320/Night+scene..bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOOK AT THIS!!!!!!!!! AWESOME COLOR! I LOVE how I did the color of the shadows! Look at his/her back legs! I DREW this!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on it to get it bigger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-6092041240225704941?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6092041240225704941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/awesome-color.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/6092041240225704941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/6092041240225704941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/awesome-color.html' title='AWESOME COLOR!!!!!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sd1doZGZ_6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/IO4Ymu12EBw/s72-c/Night+scene..bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-2393795090353174943</id><published>2009-04-08T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:16:34.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sd1MLyvFw8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Ces2Qd4Kn8Y/s1600-h/dwarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322494100103349186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sd1MLyvFw8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Ces2Qd4Kn8Y/s320/dwarf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sd1MLznVH4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/XkFezHudc9k/s1600-h/Cute_Ravenpaw_by_WindWolf13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322494100339236738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sd1MLznVH4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/XkFezHudc9k/s320/Cute_Ravenpaw_by_WindWolf13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sd1MLoW02nI/AAAAAAAAAHY/pu0GXf-31zc/s1600-h/Bluestar_Dusk_by_FoxLovesKrystal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322494097317223026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sd1MLoW02nI/AAAAAAAAAHY/pu0GXf-31zc/s320/Bluestar_Dusk_by_FoxLovesKrystal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sd1MLmr4hCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Hwptite1sgI/s1600-h/774a7f5814b83a764984a74fcd4c5d2d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322494096868672546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sd1MLmr4hCI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Hwptite1sgI/s320/774a7f5814b83a764984a74fcd4c5d2d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sd1MLjUC62I/AAAAAAAAAHI/xwOhkihqBVo/s1600-h/1050798952_er2legolas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322494095963384674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sd1MLjUC62I/AAAAAAAAAHI/xwOhkihqBVo/s320/1050798952_er2legolas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eeeeeh. Those clouds look like they are about to let loose! YIKES! Oh look at these pictures! (AND I got a picture of Legolas.) These are also some pictures of those funny things on that Elf site. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I did NOT draw the cat pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-2393795090353174943?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2393795090353174943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/storm.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/2393795090353174943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/2393795090353174943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/storm.html' title='Storm...'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sd1MLyvFw8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Ces2Qd4Kn8Y/s72-c/dwarf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-6990596682353951062</id><published>2009-04-08T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:56:40.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today. (this title is getting old...)</title><content type='html'>I have been hearing that it is going to rain and there will be lightning and thunder. *shivers* But luckily there hasn't been! =) YAY! JOY TO THE WORLD!!... haha! Oh, and Elraina, I LOVED those jokes and stuff. LOLNESS!! I am learning Elvish. It is so awesome! I love those insults. REALLY funny! I told my brother: "hear-ah kweel-ay!!" When he was being a pain in the neck. LOL! PLEASE comment!!!! ANd comment on my last post plz.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-6990596682353951062?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6990596682353951062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-this-title-is-getting-old.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/6990596682353951062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/6990596682353951062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-this-title-is-getting-old.html' title='Today. (this title is getting old...)'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-3573003078473668846</id><published>2009-04-07T13:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:59:33.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures. (AGAIN)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdu-b9LzSlI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2hlr31IIJLQ/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322056772158179922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdu-b9LzSlI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2hlr31IIJLQ/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdu-bpSTCaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/B0DGpkOHm7c/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322056766816717218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdu-bpSTCaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/B0DGpkOHm7c/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdu-bmo7eJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5JXtsujzisc/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322056766106335378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdu-bmo7eJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/5JXtsujzisc/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdu-bcNPkUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/uEVvNQ_M8iE/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322056763305857346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdu-bcNPkUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/uEVvNQ_M8iE/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures that I took today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog is Valmet, my friend's dog, the Tulips are ours and the big grassy spot WAS our garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-3573003078473668846?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3573003078473668846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures-again_07.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3573003078473668846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3573003078473668846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures-again_07.html' title='Pictures. (AGAIN)'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdu-b9LzSlI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2hlr31IIJLQ/s72-c/Bowling+and+Morocco+103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-3912951163211265072</id><published>2009-04-07T06:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T07:08:10.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday.</title><content type='html'>It was so beautifull yesterday! I walked outside and i didn't even notice the diference! A-a-a-a-ah, Spring...Tulips...flowers...tree's. Okay here is a little question to make you comment. What is your favorite thing about Sping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. Flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. baby animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. Other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-3912951163211265072?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3912951163211265072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3912951163211265072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3912951163211265072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/yesterday.html' title='yesterday.'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-7769397908319629404</id><published>2009-04-05T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T18:39:37.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>101 random things about me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;#1. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I LOVE horses&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am a christian&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3.&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; I have a cat named Midnight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have been shy since birth and I still am... A little&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#5. I&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; can remember some things back when I was two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#6. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I love my mom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#7. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And my dad&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#8. &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;A lot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#9. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I always will&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#10.&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; forever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#11. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I like robins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#12. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I have caught a lot of wild birds&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#13. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;They have all been hurt or just knocked down by a cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#14. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I found one bird that was drowning.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#15. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love to explore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#16. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Especially deer trails&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#17. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I love my cat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#18. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I love pizza&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#19. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Most people do&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#20. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I am 12 years old&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#21. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#22. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want to get another pet. Maybe a dog&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#23. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have had two rabbits in my life time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#24. &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I love to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#25. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am writing a story about The Warrior Cats and I am on the 6th chapter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#26. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I like to swim&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#27. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love to have contests with my brothers or sisters&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#28. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;There are 8 people in my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#29. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love oatmeal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#30. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love Malt-o-meal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#31. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I have my own room&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#32. &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I have 4 favorite colors&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#33. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;cheese yellow&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#34. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I love tulips&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#35. &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I love hills with green grass&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#36. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I love drawing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#37. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I want a Jeep when I grow up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#38. &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I have blue eye's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#39. The only reason I wrote 101 things is because I want to beat how many thing's my sisters did on facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#40. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I do not like to wear dresses but if I have to dress up I use a skirt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#41. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My room thinks it is fun to decide to play earthquake when I am sleeping. So whenever I wake up, (after dreaming that I just cleaned my room) It is a WRECK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#42. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I like to make up bad rymes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#43. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And puns&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#44. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have a lot of favorite movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;#45. I am not going to color these sentences for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#46. I am running out of things to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#47. I am almost halfway done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#48. I have braces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#49. I love to canter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#50. I like watching hummingbirds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#51. I am halfway done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#52. I am thirsty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#53. I am happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#54. I am really happy that next year I will be working in Cubbies (an AWANA group) and I will be working with my BFF Celina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#55. I hate Steller jay's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#56. I need to go and finish this later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#57. When I finish this line i will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#58. I am watching Veggie Tales.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#59. Almost there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#60. I will be back later........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#61. I am back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#62. I had a camera but it broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#63. I love taking pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#64. I love German Pancakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#65. I love German sheperds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#66. I love to exagerate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#67. I love to have good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#68. I do not have a facebook acount.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#69. I want to go horseback riding with my friends, Celina, Sonya, April and Mrs. Fuhrman and Mrs. Diaz and MY mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#70. I am going to paint my room Teal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#71. I am almost finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#72. I am even closer to being finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#73. I am even closer to being finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#74. I just said that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#75. My back hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#76. I am eating Tortilla chips dipped in Velveeta and Salsa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#77. YUM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#78. I have Blonde hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#79. (is that how you spell blonde?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#80. I love to sweep away big chunks of stuff outside so I can have a trail to follow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#81. I am getting tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#82. I wish people would comment on my blog more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#83. I love warrior cats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#84. I often go to &lt;a href="http://www.warriorcats.com/"&gt;www.warriorcats.com&lt;/a&gt; to see what is new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#I hope Erin Hunter can come down to Santa Rosa some time. (that is the auther of The Warrior Cats.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#85. I Role Play the warrior cats with my brother Jason and he is always Lionblaze and I am always Sandstorm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#86. I run around on the grass on "all fours".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#87. I once had two goldfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#88. I wish I could be a cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#89. I am thinking about blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#90. My braces are Black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#91. I love spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#92. I love summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#93. I love winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#94. I love fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#95. I love my brothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#96. Sometimes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#97. My brother likes playing on the trampoline with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#98. Every morning, Jason and I say: "on your marks, Get set... GO!" I alway's give him a head start. (Besides, It's more chalenging that way!) Then we race to the trampoline. I go out the front and he goes out the back door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#99. We have been eating natcho's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#100. I love typing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#101. I AM FINISHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-7769397908319629404?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7769397908319629404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/101-random-things-about-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7769397908319629404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7769397908319629404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/101-random-things-about-me.html' title='101 random things about me.'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-2731972648231510973</id><published>2009-04-05T16:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:32:06.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdk_XcMoRQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/5Orpu_UTU-4/s1600-h/misty+woods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321354106653656322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdk_XcMoRQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/5Orpu_UTU-4/s320/misty+woods.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdk_XlWMVnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ty5FpSFonQI/s1600-h/Princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321354109109687922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdk_XlWMVnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ty5FpSFonQI/s320/Princess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdk_XmehxEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sgCJmGdKdP8/s1600-h/PBC+with+Catnip+mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321354109413082178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdk_XmehxEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sgCJmGdKdP8/s320/PBC+with+Catnip+mouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdk_XemahqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QS14U5nxdGo/s1600-h/Squirrel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321354107298678434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdk_XemahqI/AAAAAAAAAGA/QS14U5nxdGo/s320/Squirrel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdk9poOTyuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/c-FJk9u8UDI/s1600-h/Sit!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321352220096318178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdk9poOTyuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/c-FJk9u8UDI/s320/Sit!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdk_XeTv0EI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Idie6U_oaOI/s1600-h/The+Lone+Pomogranet!!!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321354107220381762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdk_XeTv0EI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Idie6U_oaOI/s320/The+Lone+Pomogranet!!!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdk9pomTe3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/q-fLACYD06g/s1600-h/Beautifull+sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321352220196961138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdk9pomTe3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/q-fLACYD06g/s320/Beautifull+sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdk9pWC35dI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9i5qqcCNgdk/s1600-h/ANT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321352215216514514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdk9pWC35dI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9i5qqcCNgdk/s320/ANT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdk9pnGMyJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8V5IxVNwmlc/s1600-h/ant+croud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321352219793868946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdk9pnGMyJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8V5IxVNwmlc/s320/ant+croud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdk9pgSpGvI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4X2K9sxil1Q/s1600-h/ants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321352217967008498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdk9pgSpGvI/AAAAAAAAAFg/4X2K9sxil1Q/s320/ants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOTS OF PICTURES!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-2731972648231510973?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2731972648231510973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/2731972648231510973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/2731972648231510973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures.html' title='Pictures...'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/Sdk_XcMoRQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/5Orpu_UTU-4/s72-c/misty+woods.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-7102199402759396813</id><published>2009-04-04T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:27:26.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today...</title><content type='html'>Today I remembered the perfect riddle to tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of flower has lips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Tulips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the first ones this morning! YAY! I LOVE spring!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-7102199402759396813?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7102199402759396813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7102199402759396813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7102199402759396813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/today.html' title='today...'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-2414853047264604347</id><published>2009-04-03T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T09:13:42.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COLD!!!!</title><content type='html'>I haven't been able to post my ant pictures yet but I will soon...maybe...possibly...HOPEfully...If I get around to it. THERE! THAT'S the word I was looking for. =) I made the WORST mistake in my WHOLE life &amp;amp; I will NEVER EVER EVER do it EVER EVER again. I slept in the shed. COLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I woke up every half hour and when it was FINALLY light out (Even thought i had a flashlight and could have gone back to the house the intire time...) I went up to the house and my feet and toes were SO cold they were aching. :( I looked at the temperature and......................................it said.................................................... 30. FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZING!!! But when I walked out of the hut/shack/shed/thing with a loft on wich I slept on/you know what I am talking about. It was freezing and when I walked out... "wow! it must be seventy degrees! THATS how cold it was. They say heat rises wellllllllllllllll...I was sleeping in the loft and....I HAVE to say that I disagree. All i did was make Midnight STAY under the sleeping bag to help warm me and then i stuck my head under so I could breath WARM air onto my FREEZING cold legs, arms, toes and fingers. Oh, and I wore my uggs the WHOLE night! AND i was STILL freezing when I woke up!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay i need to go and WARM myself up by the fire even though I have been in the house for......... 4 hours. Oh wait...WHAT FIRE? Tyler (the nut) Woke up when I did and he decided to STAY down in that freezing place. Good grief! Okay, OH! Mudshadow, I LOVE that horse! HE is SO cute! Um I want to ask everybody a question. Mudshadow is trying to get 30 followers and I am trying to get 15 at LEAST. Please follow Mudshadow's blog. You can go to the address by going to my comments from: ANTS and then just click on her name and PLEASE follow her blog. It is very interesting. AND it has...*Looks around to make sure no one is listening* Horses and WARRIOR CATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! kk gotta go! Bye bloggers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-2414853047264604347?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2414853047264604347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/cold.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/2414853047264604347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/2414853047264604347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/cold.html' title='COLD!!!!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-1652782464382031</id><published>2009-03-27T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:20:13.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANTS!!!</title><content type='html'>I just got my ants for my ant farm that I got o my B-day!! I will post pictures on how far down they have dug so far and what they look like later.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horse luver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-1652782464382031?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1652782464382031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/ants.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/1652782464382031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/1652782464382031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/ants.html' title='ANTS!!!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-8552781485613504994</id><published>2009-03-25T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:45:37.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpZ7P6RhDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/8vV-I_ay5rA/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317161184482395186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpZ7P6RhDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/8vV-I_ay5rA/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpZ61lBzwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BgAh6MKkulM/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317161177413963522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpZ61lBzwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/BgAh6MKkulM/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpZ7hUg-HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rlC8hGkClvQ/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317161189155862642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpZ7hUg-HI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rlC8hGkClvQ/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpZ7U5bZJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vDZZi0BtDfU/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317161185821025426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpZ7U5bZJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vDZZi0BtDfU/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpZ7Jg6QoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WKok8DOZj0A/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317161182765400706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpZ7Jg6QoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WKok8DOZj0A/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpW2UQEAdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kusFkJ3whqg/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My BEAUTIFUL sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpW2Fgt-9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/MoD-NzPe5-E/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317157797256625106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpW2Fgt-9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/MoD-NzPe5-E/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpW17SaDpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hEf5YkJXqKo/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317157794512244370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpW17SaDpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hEf5YkJXqKo/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;B-B-B-BRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpW1rubxxI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/EBA9U8G2AOU/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317157790334830354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpW1rubxxI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/EBA9U8G2AOU/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpV7i1wCKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cJpF1kkjQek/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317156791517186210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpV7i1wCKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cJpF1kkjQek/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL! Tristan said the funniest thing! We were hanging around the chicks and I he was trying to catch one but he was also trying to be REALLY gentle. He kept trying to get the little white one and it kept going to fast for him. So I said:"You kind of have to go fast." I told him, and showed him. Then later Tristan told me he was GOING to say:" Thats okay, I'm used to sweeping chicks off their feet." ROFL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpV7GuKj8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/z4UJXA1IW3A/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317156783969177538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpV7GuKj8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/z4UJXA1IW3A/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpV6w1NnNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BrDlRxvciSM/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317156778093157586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpV6w1NnNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/BrDlRxvciSM/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpV6jccpDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2E2a6wHuUG0/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317156774499623986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpV6jccpDI/AAAAAAAAADw/2E2a6wHuUG0/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpV6T8rOCI/AAAAAAAAADo/B5CHUBtyXIg/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317156770339829794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpV6T8rOCI/AAAAAAAAADo/B5CHUBtyXIg/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aren't they SWEET!?!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpUZ5CFVMI/AAAAAAAAADg/ooNAiljYYXE/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317155113847313602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpUZ5CFVMI/AAAAAAAAADg/ooNAiljYYXE/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mercy. She is looking scared because I was jumping around and she was getting kinda scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the pictures!!!!! I am SO sorry I haven't posted my pictures! I haven't gotten the chance for a while. So here is MERCY, Chicks and my birthday pictures and some snow we got on Sunday. GRRRRRRRR! why do these pictures ALWAYS go on the TOP instead of the BOTTOM?! Hmph! Fine! BE that way!!!!!!!!! :) oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you like these pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-8552781485613504994?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8552781485613504994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/b-b-b-brrrrrrrrrrr-lol-tristan-said.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/8552781485613504994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/8552781485613504994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/b-b-b-brrrrrrrrrrr-lol-tristan-said.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/ScpZ7P6RhDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/8vV-I_ay5rA/s72-c/Bowling+and+Morocco+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-5979869424547770329</id><published>2009-03-20T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:43:30.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Email address</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I am having this a whole different post because the other one is going to be just pictures. So the news is: My email is NOT thathottieKarly@yahoo.com it is Jaime.horses@yahoo.com. I had it be: Thathottiekarly@yahoo.com because I didn't have a email address when I made this blog so I did that address. It works! My friend, Celina, made it up. Okay, now for the pictures!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-5979869424547770329?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5979869424547770329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/email-address.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/5979869424547770329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/5979869424547770329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/email-address.html' title='Email address'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-9102710126202636854</id><published>2009-03-16T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:06:51.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted in a while. Been busy. I went over to my friend's house and fed their animals. They have a bunch of dogs but my absolute FAV is Mercy. I LOVE her! She is a German shepherd/wolf mix. I also like Buzz he is a German shepherd. Okay I need to find some really pants to wear and do the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;PS: I will post some pictures of my friend's baby chicks later on when I feed the animals again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-9102710126202636854?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9102710126202636854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorry-i-havent-posted-in-while.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/9102710126202636854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/9102710126202636854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorry-i-havent-posted-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-2643417878410958708</id><published>2009-03-12T11:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:43:12.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SblXpkEeBWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/orFFQyzXt-A/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312373607028884834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SblXpkEeBWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/orFFQyzXt-A/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at this beautiful picture I took!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-2643417878410958708?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2643417878410958708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/look-at-this-beautiful-picture-i-took.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/2643417878410958708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/2643417878410958708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/look-at-this-beautiful-picture-i-took.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SblXpkEeBWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/orFFQyzXt-A/s72-c/Bowling+and+Morocco+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-7679317014070232404</id><published>2009-03-11T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:12:24.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbiLUDgtnXI/AAAAAAAAADI/T1u-QnwuDoM/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312148937139658098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbiLUDgtnXI/AAAAAAAAADI/T1u-QnwuDoM/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbiLUMnSpYI/AAAAAAAAADA/MTYJzMToHKc/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312148939583169922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbiLUMnSpYI/AAAAAAAAADA/MTYJzMToHKc/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbiLT-8b2vI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jBWg3g3vmQc/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312148935913757426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbiLT-8b2vI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jBWg3g3vmQc/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbiLT3u9jYI/AAAAAAAAACw/8YWjTu4gTfk/s1600-h/Bowling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312148933978197378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbiLT3u9jYI/AAAAAAAAACw/8YWjTu4gTfk/s320/Bowling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbiHo8QTIZI/AAAAAAAAACY/7H4xgcs6Nm4/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312144897922507154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbiHo8QTIZI/AAAAAAAAACY/7H4xgcs6Nm4/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbiHpIf9mQI/AAAAAAAAACo/9J-d6P619c8/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312144901209430274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbiHpIf9mQI/AAAAAAAAACo/9J-d6P619c8/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbiHpJmPFZI/AAAAAAAAACg/obrQYPtkOPU/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312144901504177554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbiHpJmPFZI/AAAAAAAAACg/obrQYPtkOPU/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbiHouYkSjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0atKJmoUkdU/s1600-h/Bowling+and+Morocco+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312144894199089714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbiHouYkSjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0atKJmoUkdU/s320/Bowling+and+Morocco+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbiHoRl4--I/AAAAAAAAACI/6fUNxOxm1RQ/s1600-h/Bowling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312144886470343650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbiHoRl4--I/AAAAAAAAACI/6fUNxOxm1RQ/s320/Bowling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is when we went bowling and today when we put up sheets to make a tent like thing for a Morocco study. =D We eat with our hands and we ate some REALLY sugary stuff. BLEGH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also did a play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *Enters with a basket full of fruit and trips spilling fruit*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celina: "Oh, let me help you with that!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Thanks!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celina: "Hey, I'm new here, I was wondering if I could ask a few questions."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Sure! Go ahead!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celina: "Well, How many miles away is Spain from Morocco?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "10 miles."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celina: "Cool! What is the capital of Morocco?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Rabat."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celina: "Wow! What type of animals live in Morocco?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Well, lots of animals do but I'll name a few of them. There is the Dorcas Gazelle, the Fennec Fox and the Sloughie."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celina: "And, what, exactly, is a Sloughie?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "It's a Dog."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celina: "Wow! Very cool! And What type of food do Moroccan people eat?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Shishcabob, Lemon pepper chicken, couscous, Pita bread and Hummus and we have lots of Chickpeas and Olives in our food."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celina: "Cool! Well thanks for the help!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "I owed it to you!" *Motions at basket.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celina: *Walkes out*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: *Walked out*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audience: *Claps*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's exactly what happened. Ha!Ha! It was pretty funny. Well here are the pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!! This stupid computer will not do what I want!!!!! So now the pictures are on the TOP instead of the bottom!! oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-7679317014070232404?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7679317014070232404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-when-we-went-bowling-and-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7679317014070232404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/7679317014070232404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-when-we-went-bowling-and-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbiLUDgtnXI/AAAAAAAAADI/T1u-QnwuDoM/s72-c/Bowling+and+Morocco+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-3338965339602481034</id><published>2009-03-08T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:16:26.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!!</title><content type='html'>These are the picture that Tristan took. I LOVE the pond reflection!!!!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbQr3RvKhqI/AAAAAAAAACA/0bvbmWmKqQ8/s1600-h/3199513804_91776fbbd2_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310918089230681762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbQr3RvKhqI/AAAAAAAAACA/0bvbmWmKqQ8/s320/3199513804_91776fbbd2_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbQr3TDMWsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WNgRl1h488E/s1600-h/Rusty+wire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310918089583123138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbQr3TDMWsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WNgRl1h488E/s320/Rusty+wire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbQr3LIxNKI/AAAAAAAAABw/0ca3izcaDqY/s1600-h/fence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310918087459026082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbQr3LIxNKI/AAAAAAAAABw/0ca3izcaDqY/s320/fence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbQr3FqrbqI/AAAAAAAAABo/48ZxCENuMRQ/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310918085990641314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbQr3FqrbqI/AAAAAAAAABo/48ZxCENuMRQ/s320/rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbQrb4TYhJI/AAAAAAAAABg/PsRMZF0dNJE/s1600-h/stone+wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310917618546803858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbQrb4TYhJI/AAAAAAAAABg/PsRMZF0dNJE/s320/stone+wall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbQrb6nDd2I/AAAAAAAAABY/_yPT8OQDz2k/s1600-h/frosty+leaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310917619166181218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbQrb6nDd2I/AAAAAAAAABY/_yPT8OQDz2k/s320/frosty+leaf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I AM expecting to get comments!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-3338965339602481034?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3338965339602481034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3338965339602481034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/3338965339602481034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures.html' title='Pictures!!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbQr3RvKhqI/AAAAAAAAACA/0bvbmWmKqQ8/s72-c/3199513804_91776fbbd2_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-4376722088709109533</id><published>2009-03-08T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:42:50.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbQmy8v1qdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZQRzm20Xttk/s1600-h/Birthday+cake.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310912517318748626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbQmy8v1qdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZQRzm20Xttk/s320/Birthday+cake.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my my friend, Celina's, B-day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday dear Celina!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and many more!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday Celina!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it turnes out that we went bowling instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept getting all of the pins but one. But it was really fun! My brother is trying to bust me off the computer so he can load his game. Gotta go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-4376722088709109533?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4376722088709109533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/4376722088709109533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/4376722088709109533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-birthday.html' title='Another Birthday!!'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QVDOqZepkjM/SbQmy8v1qdI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ZQRzm20Xttk/s72-c/Birthday+cake.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-5962434619193620299</id><published>2009-03-07T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T09:55:11.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This morning....</title><content type='html'>We had Fried Mush for breakfast. YUM! I am trying to find the right pictures that Tristan took. I also will try and take a picture of that cute bird. I need to go get ready for today. We are still trying to figure out where we are going. The beach or Cobb Mountain. I would LOVE to go to Cobb Mountain! But the beach is fun to...... Well we'll see. Now I am going to choose the picture's. I'll post later!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                     Ohlookaduck's daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-5962434619193620299?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5962434619193620299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-morning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/5962434619193620299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/5962434619193620299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-morning.html' title='This morning....'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2637429782824981034.post-5995465778183123917</id><published>2009-03-06T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:41:37.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>I am soooo tired! I don't know why I am staying up when I am so tired. Kimberly is still here and we have been looking at abused dogs, horses, parrots, pigs, and cats that are for sale.she is getting tired and is about to leave. She just left and now Mom is trying to get me off of her computer. Oh well. hmmm. Maybe i'll stay up tonight.... I'v got nothing else to do...... Nevermind. I'm to tired. This conversation was of NO point WHATSOEVER!! I'v got a habbit of doing this................YAWN..................Hmmmm.....Oh well. I guess I'll FINALLY go to sleep now so I won't be tired when/if we go to Cobb Mountain. Mom is talking to, I think, Andrea. She is talking about the trip. We still don't know if we are going.I JUST SAID THAT!!! Oh I am really mixed up. Okay I'm going to *YAWN* bed. &lt;div&gt;Good night world! And many.........um........happy dreams? nevermind. Good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          Jaime the horse lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2637429782824981034-5995465778183123917?l=horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5995465778183123917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/5995465778183123917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2637429782824981034/posts/default/5995465778183123917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://horsegirlsdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/tired.html' title='tired'/><author><name>Zoraz/Dog Trainer In Training</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05169529475094575465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GVEFh3jRaQ/TgC4sdjrrNI/AAAAAAAAApk/lwxfsivvHrA/s220/Kopa.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
