<?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-504215793057753020</id><updated>2012-01-31T17:18:41.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle Horse Rescue and Sanctuary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1360</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-832236026349871275</id><published>2012-01-31T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T17:18:41.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts for Hay</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the horses looking to be your &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/feb2012.html"&gt;Valentine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wwotDKkPi1U/TyiR8H87MaI/AAAAAAAAF-g/3WpKGaLOIKI/s1600/0892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wwotDKkPi1U/TyiR8H87MaI/AAAAAAAAF-g/3WpKGaLOIKI/s320/0892.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703969390177497506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Electra grabbing the hose with Justice and Baby in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cgaawuaHUYA/TyiPxaOLScI/AAAAAAAAF-E/lM69aJAo1_8/s1600/0891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cgaawuaHUYA/TyiPxaOLScI/AAAAAAAAF-E/lM69aJAo1_8/s320/0891.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703967007079877058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CUD8QvMx6ww/TyiPxhfkU3I/AAAAAAAAF-Y/oz9m5YzcoyQ/s1600/0889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CUD8QvMx6ww/TyiPxhfkU3I/AAAAAAAAF-Y/oz9m5YzcoyQ/s320/0889.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703967009031869298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ruby (and Honey's nose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-An1h9HqGw2Y/TyiPhEo8RgI/AAAAAAAAF9g/9HBthnOnDDU/s1600/0894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-An1h9HqGw2Y/TyiPhEo8RgI/AAAAAAAAF9g/9HBthnOnDDU/s320/0894.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703966726408652290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rosie enjoying the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R9W2FIwpOqM/TyiPgkRVSXI/AAAAAAAAF9U/UOPu2NYGtFg/s1600/0895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R9W2FIwpOqM/TyiPgkRVSXI/AAAAAAAAF9U/UOPu2NYGtFg/s320/0895.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703966717719693682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sampson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YjDYuaINMlc/TyiPgufYUeI/AAAAAAAAF9E/iOoHBfBM_VM/s1600/0896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YjDYuaINMlc/TyiPgufYUeI/AAAAAAAAF9E/iOoHBfBM_VM/s320/0896.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703966720462967266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Half Moon and one of his grouchy personalities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bajKYjE6xsg/TyiPga2iEgI/AAAAAAAAF88/P-Y6RVhprDA/s1600/0897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bajKYjE6xsg/TyiPga2iEgI/AAAAAAAAF88/P-Y6RVhprDA/s320/0897.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703966715191366146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ginger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_7kx1UjbBNU/TyiPhXPDxKI/AAAAAAAAF9s/Gn8uUD8VTCw/s1600/0893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_7kx1UjbBNU/TyiPhXPDxKI/AAAAAAAAF9s/Gn8uUD8VTCw/s320/0893.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703966731400365218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jocori&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/504215793057753020-832236026349871275?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/832236026349871275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/832236026349871275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2012/01/hearts-for-hay.html' title='Hearts for Hay'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wwotDKkPi1U/TyiR8H87MaI/AAAAAAAAF-g/3WpKGaLOIKI/s72-c/0892.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-8848171479422054351</id><published>2012-01-31T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T16:50:57.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Mom and Electra</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day!  We took care of things on the ranch, and then went and spent the afternoon with mom.  She is in good spirits...she worked on a project and it did make her tired.  I did tell her that we shall all take things in baby steps, and each step is an accomplishment.  But as I said, It HAS been a good day, for mom and for all of us.  Please never ever take things for granted if you can, have no regrets.  Be proactive and positive, it makes a huge difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electra also had a great day, since her introduction into the herd she is doing great!  She has been introduced to every horse in the herd at one point in time in her young life.  She is doing wonderful.  She and Justice hang out a lot with Casper, and my horse Violette will join in when no one is looking.  Violette is a kind mare so she really has not shown a great deal of aggression whatsoever.  Horses live in the moment, and seem to forgive and forget pretty quick.  They also remember when bad has happened, but they also remember the good as well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of GOOD....we have some wonderful &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/feb2012.html"&gt;Valentine Treats&lt;/a&gt; for the horses from SKODES.  We highly recommend these treats, the horses love them and they are a healthy snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horses at our facility are looking forward to being someones VALENTINE, so if you are so inclined please consider a gift to them.  Your purchase of these treats goes to purchase hay for the horses, hay is an ongoing need.  We appreciate every ounce/inch/mile that is given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all so much in advance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little video of Orville and the geese...enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid216.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fcc166%2FMiraclehorserescue01%2F005-104.mp4"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-8848171479422054351?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/8848171479422054351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/8848171479422054351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2012/01/update-on-mom-and-electra.html' title='Update on Mom and Electra'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-8125536144875847660</id><published>2012-01-28T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T18:20:56.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Electra is all grown up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WDaVAnLzSQ4" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="360"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-8125536144875847660?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/8125536144875847660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/8125536144875847660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2012/01/electra-is-all-grown-up.html' title='Electra is all grown up!'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WDaVAnLzSQ4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-494879804431161312</id><published>2011-12-27T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T16:26:32.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our dear old friend, General</title><content type='html'>It is with a heavy heart that I inform you at 1130 am today, our sweet old gentleman General received his wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who did not know, General he had been with us for 8.5 years.  He was blind due to the fact that he had been been beaten in the head with a 2 x 4.  He was an OTTB and came to us at the age of 19 yrs old.  He had many homes prior to MHR&amp;amp;S and had been claimed in a stakes race.  He had two roommates during his life with us, Shiloh and Sophie, who have preceded him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our vet was called out and a complete exam given.  General's system was slowly shutting down, so the decision was based on the fact we would not allow him to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will always be remembered for being the horse that could hear a carrit snap a mile away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Debbie, one of our ABR posters put it, ..."He is now taking in all the beauty of heaven with his healed eyes.  RIP General."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-494879804431161312?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/494879804431161312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/494879804431161312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-dear-old-friend-general.html' title='Our dear old friend, General'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-4650452694757566896</id><published>2011-12-25T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T08:07:34.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 12 Days of Christmas at MHR&amp;S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6wvLCbby3Ro/TvdJwlh9IQI/AAAAAAAAF8w/rP_yTbO5z7U/s1600/0732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6wvLCbby3Ro/TvdJwlh9IQI/AAAAAAAAF8w/rP_yTbO5z7U/s320/0732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690097753262989570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A unique and festive Hay Challenge has been made by MHR’s resident writer of horse tales, Samm. He has generously offered to purchase a bale of hay on Dec. 25th, if someone else purchases a bale. The 2nd day he’ll buy 2 bales if someone also purchases 2 bales, and so it will go till the 12th day – Jan. 6, 2012 when we hope someone will be able to purchase 12 bales. Hay can be purchased by individuals or friends can partner up together to purchase full or half bales. The cost of hay has risen again, the current price at Shadow Mountain Feed is $22.00 a bale, $11.00 for a half bale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the animals are preparing for this Hay Challenge! The draft horses, Justice, Apple, Jerri, and Charity are already equipped with large hooves perfect for the drummers drumming. Playing the pipers piping will be a musical ensemble led by Emmett and General. The lords a-leaping will be commanded by Trooper and Dublin. The ladies dancing will include beauties such as Electra, Bright Eyes, and Blondie. Daily warm up classes are being held by the diva herself, Baby B. Rescued mares who have volunteered for maids a- milking will be overseen by Queen Misty. Five “golden” horse shoes will be provided by Rob, the MHR farrier. The resident MHR chickens and geese will portray the swans a- swimming, calling birds, French hens, turtle doves and the partridge in a pear tree. Appropriate costumes are being assembled in the Coopacabana – Orville has the final say as wardrobe master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please join us in this festive &lt;a href="http://forums.delphiforums.com/alexbrown/messages?msg=56622.1951"&gt;Holiday Hay Challenge from Samm&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-4650452694757566896?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/4650452694757566896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/4650452694757566896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/12/12-days-of-christmas-at-mhr.html' title='The 12 Days of Christmas at MHR&amp;S'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6wvLCbby3Ro/TvdJwlh9IQI/AAAAAAAAF8w/rP_yTbO5z7U/s72-c/0732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-8618054816602784539</id><published>2011-12-25T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T07:23:40.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas morning, 2011</title><content type='html'>We would like to wish each and every one of you on the ABR Forum the Merriest of Christmases!  Our appreciation and gratitude for what each of you has done for the horses at our facility comes down to two very simple words..but these two words are from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THANK YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you and yours enjoy family &amp;amp; Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Peace surround each of you and may it be passed on around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you receive inner peace and may each of us be given the strength to continue the daily work we work so hard for and that is helping horses in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU MAKE THE DIFFERENCE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie &amp;amp; Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-8618054816602784539?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/8618054816602784539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/8618054816602784539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-morning-2011.html' title='Christmas morning, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-3434321344456874764</id><published>2011-12-24T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T19:07:03.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Twas The Day Before XMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;And All in the Barn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Were Nibbling Their Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;As they tried to keep warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Hope clacked her hooves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Creating a clatter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;The horses looked up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;And asked “what’s the matter”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;AJ just smiled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;“We have quite the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Of a place called Miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Horses live there in glory”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;“Where equines are rescued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;From places so sad…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;To find love and salvation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;A safe place from the bad….:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;They talked of their Gwammie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Of&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Aunties galore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Who help unloved horses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Find love and much more….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;The horses bowed low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;First in shock and dismay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Then in thanks to you all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;For all that you gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Then they whinnied with joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;"Goodness makes the world bright!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Merry XMAS, dear frens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Much Lub this Great Night!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; COLOR: green; FONT-SIZE: 13.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;Lisa, Hope and AJ, and their 4 legged canine and equine frens....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c6Rm3Wx-_ac/TvaS4Bc4UUI/AAAAAAAAF8Y/u1_MYB-iupQ/s1600/0730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c6Rm3Wx-_ac/TvaS4Bc4UUI/AAAAAAAAF8Y/u1_MYB-iupQ/s320/0730.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689896670389096770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PfV_SEmvkZU/TvaS4HF9z8I/AAAAAAAAF8g/fJIfzzjDrnM/s1600/0731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PfV_SEmvkZU/TvaS4HF9z8I/AAAAAAAAF8g/fJIfzzjDrnM/s320/0731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689896671903600578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-3434321344456874764?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3434321344456874764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3434321344456874764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve-2011.html' title='Christmas Eve 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c6Rm3Wx-_ac/TvaS4Bc4UUI/AAAAAAAAF8Y/u1_MYB-iupQ/s72-c/0730.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-6902738333481158807</id><published>2011-12-24T18:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T18:59:56.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 24, 2011</title><content type='html'>A Horse's Tale from last year, Happy Holidays, and best wishes to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Horse's Tale, Chapter 20, Twas the Night Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Steph and Rob drive up to the house, they check the horses in the Ladys Parlour and the Football Field, all is quiet, Steph turns off the engine, and turns to Rob, "I really enjoyed visiting the grandkids, they were both so excited.", Rob nods, "Yes, I think they will be up many hours before dawn just waiting."  They both get out of the Expedition, and slowly walk to the front door, Steph looks around, "Well some of the water is drying up, well at in some places."  Rob steps over a rather large puddle, "Yes, in a couple more days we will just have mud."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they open the door, most of the dogs look up, Bruno jumps up, as does Truffles, and Moo. Steph says "Were home did you miss us?"  Bruno is jumping around to excited to talk and Truffles and Moo, start racing around Stephs feet. "Ok gang time to go to bed."  Bruno hearing this lowers his head, and walks over to his bed, mumbling "No Treats", Truffles and Moo, are still running around in circles, "Ok, Everyone to bed."  Rob and Steph head to the bedroom.   Steph looks out the window, the lights from the tree sends a glow around the area, Justice is eating, Steph opens the window a little bit, and listens, ahhh, nothing, "The sound of peace and quiet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as Steph reaches to turn out the light, Bruno rushes in the bedroom, "You need to come quick, all the horses are at the front door."  Both Steph and Rob say "What do you mean all the horses .."  just at that moment, there is a knock on the front door.  Bruno is wagging his tail so hard, he falls over, "See I told you."  Rob grabs his robe and heads to the door, Steph puts on her robe and is looking around for her bunny slippers.  Rob opens the door and yells back to Steph, "Its for you."  Steph finally finds her bunny slips and heads up front. "What do you mean its for me?"  Rob steps to the side revealing, Dublin standing at the door.  Steph followed by Bruno, gets to the door and looks out. For the first time in Bruno's life he was right about something, Standing outside were 36 horses,  some holding Wal-Mart bags, Spirit was holding the rope attached to the row boat, in which was 'B', Justice had his Red blanket with white trim, his red Santa hat, and a large white beard.  Steph turns to Dublin, "If I may ask, what is going on."  Dublin leans forward, and hands a Wal-Mart bag to Steph, He stands up, head high, "We have heard a tale about peoples this time of year, and families, and gifts and trees with lights.  Then Violette told us about her hold home and what they did on this day."  Violette looks around from behind Dublin, she has a small box in her mouth.  She walks up to Steph and hands her the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violette begins, "At my old home, on this very night each year, the people family and the horses, and dogs, and cats would gather together and our people mom would read to us.  She gave this so I would remember them."  Steph looks at the box, rather plain, only a few teeth marks, she slowing opens it and inside is a small framed card, she looks close holding it up to the light.  Violette asks "Well you read it to us."  Dublin nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob turns "What is it?"  Steph hands it to him, and wipes tears from her eyes.  Rob says, "Yes, I think you should read it to them, are entire family is here or close at heart." He hands the small frame card back to Steph.  Steph looks over her shoulder, the dogs are sitting down, and looking at her, she looks out around the patio, and each and every horse, and two mules are looking at her.  She looks past the horses, toward the chicken coop, the chickens are lined up looking at the house, along with Tootsie from the edge of the coop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph held the small framed card in the light, "Yes, I think our entire family is here."  Steph begins to read from the small card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Twas the Night before Christmas&lt;br /&gt;by Clement Clarke Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house&lt;br /&gt;Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,&lt;br /&gt;In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children were nestled all snug in their beds,&lt;br /&gt;While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.&lt;br /&gt;And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,&lt;br /&gt;Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,&lt;br /&gt;I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.&lt;br /&gt;Away to the window I flew like a flash,&lt;br /&gt;Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow&lt;br /&gt;Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.&lt;br /&gt;When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,&lt;br /&gt;But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little old driver, so lively and quick,&lt;br /&gt;I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.&lt;br /&gt;More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,&lt;br /&gt;And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!&lt;br /&gt;On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!&lt;br /&gt;To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!&lt;br /&gt;Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,&lt;br /&gt;When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,&lt;br /&gt;With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof&lt;br /&gt;The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.&lt;br /&gt;As I drew in my head, and was turning around,&lt;br /&gt;Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,&lt;br /&gt;And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.&lt;br /&gt;A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,&lt;br /&gt;And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!&lt;br /&gt;His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!&lt;br /&gt;His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,&lt;br /&gt;And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,&lt;br /&gt;And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.&lt;br /&gt;He had a broad face and a little round belly,&lt;br /&gt;That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,&lt;br /&gt;And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!&lt;br /&gt;A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,&lt;br /&gt;Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,&lt;br /&gt;And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;And laying his finger aside of his nose,&lt;br /&gt;And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,&lt;br /&gt;And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.&lt;br /&gt;But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Steph finishes, tears rolling down her cheeks, Rob reaches over and puts his arm around her.  Rob looks at Dublin, "Happy Christmas to you Dublin and to all of you."  Steph looks up, "Oh yes, Happy Christmas to all of you and thank you so much."  Steph very carefully places the small frame back in the box and hands it back to Violette, She rubs Violette's forehead, "and thank you."  Steph looks around, "People have traditions that mark occasions through out the year, just as horses do. What I read was written many years ago to show the happiness of the season. This time of year is for family and friends, and you all are our family here.  The family changes, we have lost some dear friends, and gained a few.  But you are all family."  She looks around most of the horses are noding their heads, some with smiles on their faces, except of Justice seems a bit confused.  Several of the horse step forward and hand their Wal-Mart bags to Steph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horses turn and return to their pens, Spirit pulling the rowboad with 'B' still inside, probably will take longer then normal.  Steph turns and steps over the dogs, "and you are our family also and we lub you all."  with that the dogs jump up and return to there beds.  Before she closes the door, Steph looks over to the coop, and sitting on the ground next to it is Tootsie.  "Rob I have one more thing I need to do."  Steph places the Wal-Mart bags on the table and goes into the kitchen.  She reaches in to a cabinet and pulls out a can of cat food and a small package she bought awhile ago, Steph heads out the door, and walk directly to the coop, with a few sidesteps around puddles.  Steph walks up to Tootsie, who does not run away, Steph say, "I don't know if you understood what was going on, but you are family also, and we love you too."  She places the cat food next to Tootsie, "And a Special Gift for you."  Steph places the small package next to the cat food, as she does, she gives it a small squeze, and it sqeeks.  Steph smiles turns back to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she gets to the door she turns and in a very quiet voice "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night."  As Steph closes the door and turns the lights off, she hears a squeeking coming from the chicken coop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Samm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-6902738333481158807?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/6902738333481158807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/6902738333481158807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-24-2011.html' title='December 24, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-3965033302540804814</id><published>2011-12-01T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T15:00:09.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 1, 2011</title><content type='html'>Good Morning and Afternoon to All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to high winds we have been without internet service for a day and a half.  Winds have been high and blowing to beat the band.  We appreciate your continued support through our issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bumping for &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/dec2011.html"&gt;Holiday Hay&lt;/a&gt;, if you can donate please do.  Please join us in our chat room.  We have many long time FOBs there, and we chat not only about the horses but everything.  It is nice and can be very supportive for one another and it is the first place you will see/hear about things going on at the ranch.  Right now we have wind and lots more wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind is cold at least no rain.  LindaNV informs us that they have had some snow in Vegas but not sticking.  The foothills surrounding Pahrump has some snow on them, it can stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a special note, we are anxiously awaiting the day when LisainCo and our beautiful AJ (born at MHR&amp;amp;S to Apple rescued PMU mare from Canada and was slated for slaughter)  attend their local Christmas Day Parade and he pulls her sleigh.  God Bless you all for rescuing her and caring for her during the final stages of her pregnancy, thank you for the support in helping this Big Fella, and Lisa Thank you for taking on the challenge of Hope and AJ both and providing them with everything they need plus more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us all start the month of December with Joy and Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie &amp;amp; Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-3965033302540804814?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3965033302540804814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3965033302540804814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-1-2011.html' title='December 1, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-1248369680613809754</id><published>2011-12-01T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T14:52:06.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Christmas for Emma</title><content type='html'>We surprised our granddaughter, Emma, with an early Christmas Gift and it was videoed.  I hope you enjoy watching it as much as we enjoyed giving it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid216.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fcc166%2FMiraclehorserescue01%2F001-146.mp4"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-1248369680613809754?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/1248369680613809754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/1248369680613809754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/12/early-christmas-for-emma.html' title='Early Christmas for Emma'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-9175642731711495239</id><published>2011-11-24T08:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T09:55:10.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvbeo_okuT4/Ts54I9u9eBI/AAAAAAAAF8M/3uJGlZhye1s/s1600/0721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvbeo_okuT4/Ts54I9u9eBI/AAAAAAAAF8M/3uJGlZhye1s/s320/0721.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678608275566589970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Wishing you and yours a wonderful day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-9175642731711495239?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/9175642731711495239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/9175642731711495239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-2011.html' title='Thanksgiving 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvbeo_okuT4/Ts54I9u9eBI/AAAAAAAAF8M/3uJGlZhye1s/s72-c/0721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-3492563362704543509</id><published>2011-11-21T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T14:07:41.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving thanks</title><content type='html'>This going to be a busy week with family and friends coming for Thanksgiving along with the typical daily work.  But enough about work, we all do enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to put our THANKS out to all of you before the day great Turkey Day arrives and we are all falling asleep from the wonderful meals we have been blessed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are Thankful to everyone, for everything, even the smallest of things which are huge to us. We have a team of individuals who are constantly working behind the scenes in every aspect, from Fundraising to remembering Birthdays, Anniversaries etc., from taking the time to find that beautiful cake to celebrate that special occasion.  It is the little things that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We appreciate everything and we mean everything that comes the horses way.  You Make the Difference.  We are thankful to Jeri Young, who is an Avon Representative who contacted MHR and is conducting a fundraiser on our behalf (November 22 - December 5).  Information regarding this can be found on &lt;a href="http://jeriyoung.avonrepresentative.com/"&gt;Jeri's web page&lt;/a&gt;. *Important*** Don't forget to put MHR in the promotional code box on the check out page in order for MIRACLE HORSE RESCUE to get the credit.This info can be found via our blog and face book. With everyone working together we have many, many things to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with this said, we wish you all a very special Thanksgiving, give thanks and know as you sit across from family and friends this special day that you are truly blessed in so many ways.  Remember those that have left us too soon, and be thankful for the special place you hold in your heart for them and know that they are always with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie &amp;amp; Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-3492563362704543509?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3492563362704543509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3492563362704543509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving thanks'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-8867329107636336502</id><published>2011-11-21T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T13:57:28.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby and Gus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-No9qllmb4wg/TsrIpm0yS1I/AAAAAAAAF8A/v14bHSF13JU/s1600/baby_gus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-No9qllmb4wg/TsrIpm0yS1I/AAAAAAAAF8A/v14bHSF13JU/s320/baby_gus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677570897376070482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would not believe it unless I had seen it, and I captured the picture.  As most of you know Baby is a horse who never ever was socialized with anyone but her mom.  She arrived at MHR&amp;amp;S at the age of 22yrs old with her mom.  She is now approximately 28 yrs old.   You could barely walk her on a lead and doing her feet was next to impossible.  Now those couple of things have been overcome, but she was not happy with other horses.  Well, we do have something to be thankful for: she has found Gus.  She is on the left and you just see her backside, but she is next to him which she has NEVER done with any other horse.  I took this from the front porch as I did not want to disturb this peaceful moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-8867329107636336502?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/8867329107636336502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/8867329107636336502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/11/baby-and-gus.html' title='Baby and Gus'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-No9qllmb4wg/TsrIpm0yS1I/AAAAAAAAF8A/v14bHSF13JU/s72-c/baby_gus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-5133091755479460416</id><published>2011-11-13T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T09:16:02.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice</title><content type='html'>The economy continues to deal painful blows here in Nevada. I'm sorry to say that it has now hit the family of Justice's adoptive parents and he will be returning to MHR this afternoon, Sunday, November 13, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UaTur-0l2-I/Tr_6zozmCwI/AAAAAAAAF70/y7ASb3gEO-g/s1600/0669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UaTur-0l2-I/Tr_6zozmCwI/AAAAAAAAF70/y7ASb3gEO-g/s320/0669.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674529820544207618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ro and Justice in March 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Truth be told, it will be nice to see his face every day again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can help with feeding costs for all the equines at MHR, please visit the &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/donate.htm"&gt;MHR donation page&lt;/a&gt;. Your contributions may be tax deductible. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-5133091755479460416?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/5133091755479460416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/5133091755479460416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/11/justice.html' title='Justice'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UaTur-0l2-I/Tr_6zozmCwI/AAAAAAAAF70/y7ASb3gEO-g/s72-c/0669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-8532160701822481498</id><published>2011-11-11T05:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T05:17:34.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gus and Shania</title><content type='html'>From the very beginning of the establishment of MHR&amp;amp;S, our contract states that if an adopter can no longer care for our horse it must be returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On November 8, 2011, Shania and Gus were returned due to financial reasons. Gus was adopted long before any of us ever met and never made it on our website. Both were adopted by the same individual. They are healthy, cared for and loved. This change in their dad's life is a tough one, but he knows the importance of their welfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with this said, we are going to have to add a few more bales of hay. We are not panicking, we are being ProActive not ReActive. This is all part of our rescues policy. We hope that you will join us in welcoming them home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_1FpfPkM88k/Tr0e62DCHwI/AAAAAAAAF7g/Izd52kj2_8c/s1600/shania_gus2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_1FpfPkM88k/Tr0e62DCHwI/AAAAAAAAF7g/Izd52kj2_8c/s320/shania_gus2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673725101846175490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gus is approximately 23 yrs old, he is a Quarter Horse.  Gus came to us  from a trail riding company.  They felt he was all used up and had to  go.  Well, Gus was not all used up, he just needed his own person.   After being adopted, Gus received six months off from any riding, but  had daily positve contact.  This was so good for him, he got to be a  horse on his own terms.  He then went on to spend many hours with his  dad wandering the desert exploring trails.  Gus is not for the weak at  heart per his dad, do not let his age fool you.  Gus requires a VERY  EXPERIENCED rider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gykNo-FcgkE/Tr0fZe6wERI/AAAAAAAAF7o/IO_X8KgXl6Q/s1600/gus2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gykNo-FcgkE/Tr0fZe6wERI/AAAAAAAAF7o/IO_X8KgXl6Q/s320/gus2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673725628213367058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shania is 23 yrs old now as well.  She was formerly owned by a San  Bernadino County Deputy Sheriff and a member of a Search and Rescue  Team.  She has undergone some extensive training, we actually saw a  photo of a helicopter hovering above Shania and three other horses while  the riders were touching the skids.  Simply amazing.  Shania was  retired from her duties as she began stumbling on the trails.  With some  foot work and hours of trying to figure out what was going on with her,  it all came together.  When Shania's mind wanders she will stumble, but  if you keep her attention on what you are doing she does not have any  issues.  Her dad proved this, by the hours spent riding her and learning  what he could from her and what she was telling him.  Shania requires  an EXPERIENCED RIDER who must be able to handle her on the ground as  well.  She likes to get ahead of you when walking, but you can get her  to quit if you tell her so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNHcjtEaYT0/Tr0e6oDDtPI/AAAAAAAAF7M/Wql6ZzrykuI/s1600/shania2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wNHcjtEaYT0/Tr0e6oDDtPI/AAAAAAAAF7M/Wql6ZzrykuI/s320/shania2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673725098088183026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome home Gus and Shania!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-8532160701822481498?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/8532160701822481498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/8532160701822481498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/11/gus-and-shania.html' title='Gus and Shania'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_1FpfPkM88k/Tr0e62DCHwI/AAAAAAAAF7g/Izd52kj2_8c/s72-c/shania_gus2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-3856220553258430686</id><published>2011-11-07T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T17:25:26.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewtie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mR4QbRcf2WA/TriESzu3SlI/AAAAAAAAF64/nmlorzQHwt4/s1600/0650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mR4QbRcf2WA/TriESzu3SlI/AAAAAAAAF64/nmlorzQHwt4/s320/0650.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672429189332421202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we said good-bye to our beloved Ewtie, who has been an intregal part of our lives and part of the whole MHR&amp;amp;S experience.  She was my dream pup and we had her since she was five weeks old, that was 12 yrs ago.  I taught her how to herd chickens, and she used to ensure they remained off the patio and would look back at you so she would receive her praise for a job well done.  She loved going out to feed the horses, but knew her bounds.  She would meet us at the gate no matter how long we were gone, whether it be five minutes or five hours she was always there.  She will always be with us, as she has given us wonderful memories....See you at the gate Ewtie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-3856220553258430686?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3856220553258430686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3856220553258430686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/11/ewtie.html' title='Ewtie'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mR4QbRcf2WA/TriESzu3SlI/AAAAAAAAF64/nmlorzQHwt4/s72-c/0650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-599820459510433853</id><published>2011-09-17T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T15:05:17.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, September 17, 2011</title><content type='html'>Several pictures of the new pole hay barn as it was being constructed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9Xu3xCY0u4/TnUXNpdsJjI/AAAAAAAAF6w/fqL0oUH4C3I/s1600/0621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9Xu3xCY0u4/TnUXNpdsJjI/AAAAAAAAF6w/fqL0oUH4C3I/s320/0621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653450430469645874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bx-MZ5PEqBg/TnUXEUai49I/AAAAAAAAF6o/gcAe5_ZnJXQ/s1600/0620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bx-MZ5PEqBg/TnUXEUai49I/AAAAAAAAF6o/gcAe5_ZnJXQ/s320/0620.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653450270200488914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ladies Parlour across the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmJ2BQ10htk/TnUW-BcjaFI/AAAAAAAAF6g/co-koBcyINk/s1600/0619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmJ2BQ10htk/TnUW-BcjaFI/AAAAAAAAF6g/co-koBcyINk/s320/0619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653450162029422674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8IylgvLpojk/TnUW4AwUHHI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/AnF9Aloskow/s1600/0618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8IylgvLpojk/TnUW4AwUHHI/AAAAAAAAF6Y/AnF9Aloskow/s320/0618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653450058764655730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtuIUfs9Az0/TnUWuTu4reI/AAAAAAAAF6Q/ZwXF2KHKDT4/s1600/0617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtuIUfs9Az0/TnUWuTu4reI/AAAAAAAAF6Q/ZwXF2KHKDT4/s320/0617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653449892060245474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Round pen light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dYODOXgF8-A/TnUWpemns9I/AAAAAAAAF6I/3ncMIccc2kI/s1600/0616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dYODOXgF8-A/TnUWpemns9I/AAAAAAAAF6I/3ncMIccc2kI/s320/0616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653449809079022546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Top of the round pen light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vS-I6-JYK1Y/TnUWgBDI1tI/AAAAAAAAF6A/1A8BfeUmNow/s1600/0615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vS-I6-JYK1Y/TnUWgBDI1tI/AAAAAAAAF6A/1A8BfeUmNow/s320/0615.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653449646526748370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shelter for the web cam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jXZX89rILJ0/TnUWYsDg5wI/AAAAAAAAF54/04fHNQduayA/s1600/0614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jXZX89rILJ0/TnUWYsDg5wI/AAAAAAAAF54/04fHNQduayA/s320/0614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653449520632096514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-599820459510433853?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/599820459510433853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/599820459510433853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/09/saturday-september-17-2011.html' title='Saturday, September 17, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G9Xu3xCY0u4/TnUXNpdsJjI/AAAAAAAAF6w/fqL0oUH4C3I/s72-c/0621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-99638669022434367</id><published>2011-09-17T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T08:37:58.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday evening, September 16, 2011</title><content type='html'>Evening All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU EVER SO MUCH FOR ALL OF THE SUPPORT AND HAY YOU HAVE GENEROUSLY GIVEN TO THE HORSES.  BLESS YOU ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is home from the hospital but is still feeling puny.  I sure wish she would get well soon, I miss MY mom, the woman I look up to, who gives me strength daily.  I want her well for my father who I know is worried but is holding steadfast.  I want her well for her grandchildren and great grandchildren who all love going to GGma's house.  Mom just get well soon.  We spent the evening there, took her some homemade chicken soup she ate some and she said she is eating little meals throughout the day.  I asked her if she wanted jello, but she told me the hospital jello has ruined it for her.  Get well mom.  Prayers from many are there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Rob and I erected the Pole Hay Barn and set the posts in concrete.  Tomorrow if there is no wind we will be able to put the roofing on.  All this wonderful hay donated by each of you will have a nice cozy home until it is fed to the beautiful majestic horses at our facility.  Though at this time we are unable to take on any new horses at our facility due to the economy, the horses at Miracle Horse Rescue &amp;amp; Sanctuary will be eating well.  Thank you ever so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay is very high here..they are selling hay @ 16 bales per ton x $17.00 per bale = 272.00 per ton.  So your generosity is overwhelming and so appreciated, we will never be able to express our gratitude, but what we can do is continue to give the care and love each horse needs daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a very long day, and for now I wish all a good night.  I will be answering emails in the morning.  Thank you so much.  Additionally, we would like to welcome you to watch our live cam stream on Justin.tv.  Please make a request after you sign up on Justin as we would love to have you join all of us in chat.  I generally am able to get on early in the mornings and sometimes in the evenings, but all on chat are friendly and we have fun conversations.  Welcome to all newcomers. We are happy you have joined us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie, Rob and our entire MHR&amp;amp;S Famblee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-99638669022434367?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/99638669022434367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/99638669022434367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/09/friday-evening-september-16-2011.html' title='Friday evening, September 16, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-1695546538933177332</id><published>2011-09-12T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T07:45:22.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay Challenge for the week of September 11</title><content type='html'>Our weekly Hay Challenge is being presented by Lisa in Colorado (AJ &amp;amp; Hope's Mom) along with their mothers, Apple and Jerri, who reside at MHR &amp;amp; Sanctuary. Lisa offered to purchase 8 bales of hay from Animal House in Pahrump (775-751-1777) if 8 additional bales of hay are purchased by individual/s who can call Animal House directly or donate by using the link on the &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/donate.htm"&gt;MHR website&lt;/a&gt;. More than one person can purchase a bale of hay or a bale can be shared by two people. The price of hay is currently $17.00 a bale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This challenge was posted yesterday, Sunday, September 11, and much to our delight, it was met on the same day! Thank so much everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...our good friend Lisa has sweetened the pot with the following post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hope says: HAY GLORIOUS HAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6hGRYPmGtsA/Tm4XwLUV4vI/AAAAAAAAF5w/072evVu7HSA/s1600/0611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6hGRYPmGtsA/Tm4XwLUV4vI/AAAAAAAAF5w/072evVu7HSA/s320/0611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651480698835821298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2cTEo_WHjZY/Tm4Xv6p5JUI/AAAAAAAAF5o/hA6hC2t39aM/s1600/0612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2cTEo_WHjZY/Tm4Xv6p5JUI/AAAAAAAAF5o/hA6hC2t39aM/s320/0612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651480694362809666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She also says, There is nothing more important than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAY: LET'S CONTINUE THE CHALLENGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As some of you may know, I am from New Orleans, where we have this  wonderful concept of "Lagniappe": It means "a little something  extra". (As a kid, it was the extra donut that Long's Bakery gave you  when you bought a dozen!!!)  Well, here is the lagniappe for this weeks  hay challenge. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I filled up my hay shed for the winter this week.   My neighbor cuts  nearby and makes sure I am taken care of. I expected to pay several  dollars more per bale, but John (my neighbor) doesn't care about droughts  in Texas or in Colorado or rising hay prices. He cares that my horses  have hay and I never have to worry - I got hay at the same price I get  it every year.  I am embarrassed at what i paid and I want to pay it  forward to MHR and share in my good fortune. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lagniappe: for every half bale paid for this week from the time of  this post through 11:59 pm next Saturday, September 17 (Do i sound like a lawyer or  what!!!) , i will match it with a full bale of hay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRING ON THE HAY!!! Please help fill MHR's shed!!!  Let's give MHR some hay lagniappe!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lisa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rn7Nl0b-Y9Q/Tm4Xv-6vuHI/AAAAAAAAF5g/krecOy6qShc/s1600/0613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rn7Nl0b-Y9Q/Tm4Xv-6vuHI/AAAAAAAAF5g/krecOy6qShc/s320/0613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651480695507236978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In honor of Jerri, Apple, and Nellie, and in thanks for every day of joy the kids give to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please help us take advantage of this extremely generous offer. Purchase a half bale directly from Animal House in Pahrump (775-751-1777) or donate via paypal on the &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehouse.com/donate.htm"&gt;MHR website&lt;/a&gt;. If you purchase directly at Animal House, please be sure to let me know by sending me email (&lt;a href="mailto:miraclehorserescue01@gmail.com"&gt;miraclehorserescue01@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;) so that you get credit (and Lisa gets the bill!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all, and most especially thank you, Lisa in Colorado, for this wonderful offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;br /&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/504215793057753020-1695546538933177332?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/1695546538933177332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/1695546538933177332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/09/hay-challenge-for-week-of-september-11.html' title='Hay Challenge for the week of September 11'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6hGRYPmGtsA/Tm4XwLUV4vI/AAAAAAAAF5w/072evVu7HSA/s72-c/0611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-6017973918975507847</id><published>2011-09-12T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T07:18:16.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, September 12, 2011</title><content type='html'>We visited Justice Saturday and he is doing GREAT!  Looks wonderful and all is well with him and his new family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nUYSyn7WVcg/Tm4TddV79zI/AAAAAAAAF5Y/4DJPV5guLC8/s1600/0604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nUYSyn7WVcg/Tm4TddV79zI/AAAAAAAAF5Y/4DJPV5guLC8/s320/0604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651475979210323762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Justice with his new mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-42FaJx8RvbA/Tm4TdAVMHaI/AAAAAAAAF5Q/dRz8kolAxEQ/s1600/0605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-42FaJx8RvbA/Tm4TdAVMHaI/AAAAAAAAF5Q/dRz8kolAxEQ/s320/0605.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651475971422559650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Skodes time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b52FymEr980/Tm4TA0j53cI/AAAAAAAAF5E/IZi_eKtglM8/s1600/0606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b52FymEr980/Tm4TA0j53cI/AAAAAAAAF5E/IZi_eKtglM8/s320/0606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651475487226715586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Justice...beautimous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v8SMpyvQIWo/Tm4TArvi85I/AAAAAAAAF48/qCu45UNXmwc/s1600/0607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v8SMpyvQIWo/Tm4TArvi85I/AAAAAAAAF48/qCu45UNXmwc/s320/0607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651475484859626386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zAbz-HlBm1k/Tm4TAs-6oNI/AAAAAAAAF40/AggVyzNvtVA/s1600/0608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zAbz-HlBm1k/Tm4TAs-6oNI/AAAAAAAAF40/AggVyzNvtVA/s320/0608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651475485192528082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lola on the left and Justice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aDc-t3hhe40/Tm4TAd7HCjI/AAAAAAAAF4s/2viQsFWYJi0/s1600/0609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aDc-t3hhe40/Tm4TAd7HCjI/AAAAAAAAF4s/2viQsFWYJi0/s320/0609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651475481150032434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lola and Justice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7NGckf4aYVg/Tm4TATyz8SI/AAAAAAAAF4k/d1CY5LQ3o08/s1600/0610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7NGckf4aYVg/Tm4TATyz8SI/AAAAAAAAF4k/d1CY5LQ3o08/s320/0610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651475478430871842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now why is my dad on the roof with a dog and my bird Cosmo?  Oh that's right - the wind blew shingles off...sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-6017973918975507847?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/6017973918975507847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/6017973918975507847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/09/monday-september-12-2011.html' title='Monday, September 12, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nUYSyn7WVcg/Tm4TddV79zI/AAAAAAAAF5Y/4DJPV5guLC8/s72-c/0604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-5713342101437750162</id><published>2011-09-07T11:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T11:23:41.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 7, 2011 - pics from yesterday</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been busy around here as usual but managed to get some pics taken of the horses.  Diane and Shannon have been here since last Friday, so we have had a nice visit.  Electra is doing well.  In fact all are well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJUJv6rfYtk/TmezkMkNajI/AAAAAAAAF3k/5s3FxnkF0sI/s1600/0603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJUJv6rfYtk/TmezkMkNajI/AAAAAAAAF3k/5s3FxnkF0sI/s320/0603.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649681691989338674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annie's rear is facing us, Bright in the background and General to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CFYzv1-akXo/TmezfZL8ImI/AAAAAAAAF3c/r1h_o9NVHug/s1600/0602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CFYzv1-akXo/TmezfZL8ImI/AAAAAAAAF3c/r1h_o9NVHug/s320/0602.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649681609477857890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honey in the background and to the right is LB sticking his head into her stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vc8k_smIBR0/TmezffZRKkI/AAAAAAAAF3U/eAudO4aSaGM/s1600/0601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vc8k_smIBR0/TmezffZRKkI/AAAAAAAAF3U/eAudO4aSaGM/s320/0601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649681611144374850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JD and Grace standing in the forefront, and Rosie in the far back in the football field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1GWOy3ITNVU/TmezfE7EcjI/AAAAAAAAF3M/2mIlGepJ3AM/s1600/0600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1GWOy3ITNVU/TmezfE7EcjI/AAAAAAAAF3M/2mIlGepJ3AM/s320/0600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649681604038390322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morning Glory Manor: Charity in forefront and CB in background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OPkXBVe5OaM/Tmeze_I1-kI/AAAAAAAAF3E/u9qyOAUW4zs/s1600/0599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OPkXBVe5OaM/Tmeze_I1-kI/AAAAAAAAF3E/u9qyOAUW4zs/s320/0599.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649681602485549634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ladies Parlour should be called Mens Parlour as Jerri is only mare in there, rest are geldings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W9n5fA1bSjA/Tmeze9Yr9NI/AAAAAAAAF28/J0BcQIePtwk/s1600/0598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W9n5fA1bSjA/Tmeze9Yr9NI/AAAAAAAAF28/J0BcQIePtwk/s320/0598.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649681602015130834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We hope that everyone had a great weekend and we wish you all a wonderful week. If you are able, we hope you can participate in the &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/sept2011.html"&gt;MHR&amp;amp;S Back to School Event&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-5713342101437750162?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/5713342101437750162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/5713342101437750162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-7-2011-pics-from-yesterday.html' title='September 7, 2011 - pics from yesterday'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJUJv6rfYtk/TmezkMkNajI/AAAAAAAAF3k/5s3FxnkF0sI/s72-c/0603.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-1302788379005524495</id><published>2011-09-05T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T06:51:34.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, September 5, 2011</title><content type='html'>Happy Labor Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our supporters, LindaS, is running a hay challenge...she will buy 5 bales of hay if our supporters will match that.  Only two more bales are needed! More than one person can split the cost of a bale. Teamwork is good for the horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRICE REDUCTION on hay. The cost has gone down to $17/bale at Animal House in Pahrump ($8.50 for half a bale). &lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Purchases can be made by  calling Animal House at 775-751-1777 or, for one click shopping, use  this link to the &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/donate.html"&gt;MHR&amp;amp;S website&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, thank you for your support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-1302788379005524495?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/1302788379005524495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/1302788379005524495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/09/monday-september-5-2011.html' title='Monday, September 5, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-5199413674243992705</id><published>2011-09-04T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T08:27:32.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, September 4, 2011</title><content type='html'>The geese are growing up and we have a new turkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid216.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fcc166%2FMiraclehorserescue01%2F002-137.mp4" width="600" height="361"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid216.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fcc166%2FMiraclehorserescue01%2F001-137.mp4" width="600" height="361"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turkey needs a name. If you can think of one, please send email to &lt;a href="mailto:miraclehorserescue01@gmail.com"&gt;miraclehorserescue01@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-5199413674243992705?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/5199413674243992705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/5199413674243992705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/09/sunday-september-4-2011.html' title='Sunday, September 4, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-4432618017751221369</id><published>2011-08-30T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T16:05:42.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The MHR&amp;S Back to School Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3tBvI37P3WU/Tl1sML-17jI/AAAAAAAAF20/vw1tzn1inF0/s1600/0593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3tBvI37P3WU/Tl1sML-17jI/AAAAAAAAF20/vw1tzn1inF0/s400/0593.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646788464423071282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/sept2011.html"&gt;Click here for more details&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-4432618017751221369?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/4432618017751221369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/4432618017751221369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-school-event.html' title='The MHR&amp;S Back to School Event'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3tBvI37P3WU/Tl1sML-17jI/AAAAAAAAF20/vw1tzn1inF0/s72-c/0593.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-2964276721723819893</id><published>2011-08-30T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T14:23:59.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 52</title><content type='html'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 52, You fold it this way then that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby B looks over to Casper and nods, then heads for the gate.  As they leave the turnout, Casper very carefully turns and locks the gate.  As they walk toward the house, Baby B says, "You go get Spirit, Jonah, Trooper and I will get Jocori, Levi, Grace and we will meet up at the front gate.  Casper nods and heads off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Baby B and her group get close to the main gate, she can see that Casper has his group there, plus one other, 'someone must have volunteered to help' Baby B walks up and notices that the extra member of Casper's group is Dublin, she says, "Dublin you did not need to come."  Dublin says, "When you get this many horses involved, someone has to supervise. Because I am pretty sure you don't know what you are doing."  Baby B nods, then shakes her head, "Oh no, I have a plan."  Dublin looks around at the other horses, then looks at Baby B, "So why do you need a plan?" Baby B looks around at the horses, "The Aunties, and supporters plan to get us treats."  At which point all the horses standing around nod their heads.  Dublin says, "So why do you need a plan, just stand around and do horse things, and the Hay Lady or the Emma people will bring you some treats."  Baby B nods, "That is the way we used to do it, but I heard that the Aunties were talking about lunch boxes because everyone is going to school, but we aren't going to schools so we don't have lunch boxes, I figured we needed lunch boxes."  Dublin nods "Please continue this is getting interesting or more confusing at each step."  Baby B nods, "Well I didn't know what a lunch box was, so last night I went and talked to General and asked him if he had a book on lunch boxes, he looked around and gave me a big book.  I couldn't read it, but it had pictures but I didn't know what they were, sooo, I took the book to Sampson, so he could read it to me."  Dublin nods, "You managed to get Sampson to read it for you?"  Baby B nods, "After I mentioned treats he read me the entire book.  Sooo, on my way back from Starbucks this morning with my Frappuccino, I ran into Fred and she said she could help, so that is why we are waiting for Fred."  Dublin nods, and looks up and down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred pulls up to the gate in the white bus from the retirement home, Baby B smiles as Fred brings the bus to the gate, Fred opens the door she see's could be considered a good size herd, and smiles, and starts throwing out bundles of something, then throws out a coil of rope.  Fred yells out, "I couldn't find enough lunch boxes, so I went by the UHaul store and got some moving boxes."  Baby B says "How do we make lunch boxes from those?"  Fred steps off the bus, 'horses', "Well like this,"  Fred grabs his box cutter, and cuts the strap off one of the packages, and lifts out one folded up box, "You fold it like this," using her nose, three hoofs, she deftly opens folds, and makes a box, she carefully folds the top of the box inside, so the top is open, she then grabs the box cutter again and cuts two holes near the top of the box, she then cuts a two foot long piece of rope and threads it through the holes and ties a knot on each end.  Fred looks at the horses, "See a lunch box with a handle.  Just what you need." Fred turns and gets back on the bus, closes the door and drives off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dublin turns to Baby B, "Well so what is your plan?"  Baby B says, "Ahh, well, we need to get the boxes inside, I think we can use the Football field to make them, it is the biggest place we got, we can hide them there until we are finished."  Casper opens the gate and each of the horses go out to grab a stack of boxes, then heads off to the Football Field.  As Dublin and Baby B Dublin asks, "Casper has a box cutter, and Trooper has five rolls of ducks tape, in case there are problems."  As they get to the Football Field, each heads to the center of the pen, Baby B walks to the center of the group, she grabs one of the fold boxes, "Everyone watch, if I remember what Fred did, You fold it this way then that way, then this way, then hold it here, then push here, then ahhh, fold here, the hold it like this and push here, and ahhh, that doesn't look right, lets all try it, we are bound to figure it out."  Dublin butts in, "Baby B, how many boxes did you ask for?"  Baby B, replies, "I didn't know how many horses we have so I asked for 137 boxes just in case."  Dublin nods, "that might be enough, we will have to see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as dawn approaches, they have managed to figure it out, while Fred as able to do it in seven steps, it has managed to take 22 horses, most of the herd to do it.  After a few hours they managed to form an assembly line, each horse to do one step, with the final inspection and stacking completed by Jerri.  Baby B looks at the stack of now completed lunch boxes, stacked seven high and 11 stacks long.  Baby B looks at Dublin, "Do you think we have enough?" Dublin surveys the stack of boxes,  Dublin says, "I think you have just enough, I hate to say it, but you had a good plan."  Baby smiles, looks back at the stack of boxes, as the horses leave the pen, Jerri walks up to Baby B and says, "Baby B, you are going to have hide that stack of boxes otherwise the Hay Lady will find it."  Baby B looks around, "Ahh, right I will think of something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As feeding time gets into full swing, Steph pulls the mango up to the Football Field, she climbs off, and turns back to the trailer, grabs a flake of hay, she turns back to the pen, drops the flake over the railing, looks over to the other side, and sees a ahhh, ahhh, she rubs her eyes and looks again, she sees a stack of UHaul moving boxes, 'What the heck' she looks back and forth, 'why are they collecting moving boxes, and what the heck, it has a few bits of hay on it.' she shakes her head, horses.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Samm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help the horses fill up their lunch boxes with Skode's Apple Pie Cookies they are available to purchase, the cost is $18.00 for 3 of the delicious but nutritious treats.  Help by going to by going to the &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/donate.htm"&gt;MHR&amp;amp;S Donate page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-2964276721723819893?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/2964276721723819893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/2964276721723819893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/08/horses-tale-chapter-52.html' title='A Horse&apos;s Tale, Chapter 52'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-4266472148122277724</id><published>2011-08-24T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T07:16:16.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 24, 2011 - Electra update</title><content type='html'>Good morning all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting this post with a request for your help with feeding our equines their yummy hay and also for Oat Pellets and Rice Bran for Old Man and Little Bear, who both have verified Cushings Disease through tests conducted by our veterinarian. They are both presently under his care.  They are free fed their hay 24/7 and they receive their pellets and rice bran, red cell and chasteberry. (red cell and chasteberry morning feedings) and oat pellets and rice bran at night feeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can use assistance in these areas, and it is so appreciated if you're inclined to do so. Your donation may be tax deductible.  Please visit our website and &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/donate.htm"&gt;donate &lt;/a&gt;via HAYPAL (aka PAYPAL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Electra update is a good one, she is doing wonderfully since her hernia surgery.  &lt;a href="http://www.desertpinesequine.com/"&gt;Desert Pines Equine Center&lt;/a&gt; located in Las Vegas performed the surgery.  They (Desert Pine) will be here at our facility on the 31st of August for her Post Op exam. She has done so well.  Once seen and given a clean bill of health she will be able to be placed in the round pen.  She has been confined to her stall per their instructions and we can feel her pent up energy when handling her, but she has remained well mannered through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who has stood by her and helped her when she needed the surgery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-4266472148122277724?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/4266472148122277724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/4266472148122277724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-24-2011-electra-update.html' title='August 24, 2011 - Electra update'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-137379864795623023</id><published>2011-08-21T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T06:04:22.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 51</title><content type='html'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 51, The herd running through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its late at night, Steph and Rob spent a long time on their late night checks, stopping and watching each horse, and thinking about all of them, but both have gone into the house and all is quiet, Electra very quietly opens the gate to her pen and walking very softly heads to the Lady's Parlour, to talk to Dublin and Jerri.  when she gets to the railing she stands very quietly, not sure what to do, she had been summoned once before to complete her first mission, but this time she doesn't know why.  Dublin looks over at her and slowly comes toward her, Jerri is close behind him.  As they get to the railing both place their heads over the railing and look directly at Electra.  Dublin begins, "Electra Glide do you know what happened today?"  Electra cocks her head to one side and thinks, then she shakes her head.  Dublin continues, "One of the horses left today around noon time."  Electra looks around then back at the pair "Who got dopted?"  Jerri looks at Electra, "It was Brassy, and she wasn't Adpoted, she died."  Electra looks back and forth between the two, "I don't understand."  Jerri looks at Dublin and he nods, she says, "Electra, that is why we wanted to talk to you.  You are of age now and have to learn a lot of things.  The death of a horse is one of those things."  Electra is really confused, but Jerri continues, "Electra when a horse gets old or is injured and they decide it is time to leave, they die, and .." Electra starts to butt in, but decides to just listen.  Jerri continues "Electra, when a horse dies, their being, what people call soul leaves their body and returns to the Heavenly Herd."  Electra looks at both of them her eyes open wide, not sure what to say.  Jerri says "let me tell you a tale."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Electra there is a place where all horses go to live, a place where they can run, eat grass, and are no longer in pain or infirm.  Its called the Heavenly Herd, a place of forever." Electra nods, "But how do you know about this place?"  Dublin says, "It is a tale passed among the elder horses and taught to young horses, like you." Jerri continues, "Electra, the tale is told so if you need, you know there is a place you can go that is safe and be with all the horses forever.  The time is of your choosing, but when you decide its time, you can leave."  Electra says "But why would you leave this herd,"  she looks around, "all your friends, the peoples, and dogs and stuff?"  Jerri looks at her "Well I am not sure about the dogs, but the Heavenly Herd is just for horses, all horses.  There all your pains are gone, you can run, or eat, or visit with friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dublin continues, "Do you remember today a little after noon, the wind picked up."  Electra nods, Dublin nods his head, "That was the herd running through to take Brassy to the Heavenly Herd."  Electra nods, "Well she be alright there?"  dublin says "She will be fine, she will be healed and made whole again, and will be with her friends from here, and old friends from other places."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerri says, "Electra one of things about the Heavenly Herd, is for you not to morn when a horse decides its time, but to rejoice and remember them and all the goods things. Fore when they join the heavenly herd they are made whole and healthy." Electra nods, "I never met Brassy up close, I saw her with the other horses, I am glad she will be healthy again."  Dublin says, "We are all thankful for that.  Now speak to no people of this, or the dogs, they will not understand."  Electra nods, respectful of all the horse lore that she learns.  Dublin looks to the east, the sun is about to rise, "Electra its time for you to return to your pen before the sun comes up, but remember that in the future, you will lose some horse friends, when a horse decides its time, if they are young or very very old, its they who decide when its time.  You will meet many many horses during your lifetime, enjoy each meeting, make friends when you can, and learn from all you meet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electra nods as both Dublin and Jerri return to their spots in the Lady's Parlour, Electra turns and says out loud, "I wonder if people have a Heavenly Herd?"  Dublin stops and looks back, "No, people probably have something like a Super Wal-Mart during people holiday season."  Electra smiles, as she gets back to her pen she carefully opens the gate, and closes it and locks it, again she smiles, 'I have never been to Super Wal-Mart, I will have to go there one day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Samm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 51st The Horses Tale, while on a sad note, it is a reminder why MHR&amp;amp;S exists, to offer a home for those horses that need it, until they decide it is time.  Take Care Brassy, run free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-137379864795623023?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/137379864795623023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/137379864795623023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/08/horses-tale-chapter-51.html' title='A Horse&apos;s Tale, Chapter 51'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-1886727977411094150</id><published>2011-08-20T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T14:29:44.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brassy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZF_5yHYp0I/TlAnBjaq7OI/AAAAAAAAF2k/5M81hxtYgfw/s1600/0556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZF_5yHYp0I/TlAnBjaq7OI/AAAAAAAAF2k/5M81hxtYgfw/s320/0556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643053240735689954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a rough start to our day here at MHR&amp;amp;S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brassy has crossed over to the Heavenly Herd.  We tried for over an hour to get her up while awaiting the arrival of the vet.  Brassy was giving up and letting us know.  She never even raised her head.  She ate an excellent dinner last night and never showed any signs of distress.  Thank you to Diane, Shannon, Lynn and Chuck for being here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has her wings and is running pain free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-1886727977411094150?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/1886727977411094150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/1886727977411094150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/08/brassy.html' title='Brassy'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZF_5yHYp0I/TlAnBjaq7OI/AAAAAAAAF2k/5M81hxtYgfw/s72-c/0556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-6328608185982734463</id><published>2011-08-19T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T15:32:38.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, August 19, 2011</title><content type='html'>Hello All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electra is doing great.  On the 27th of August it will be 30 days that her hernia surgery was performed and successfully repaired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of information for those who may be interested.  We go through 224 bales plus of Orchard/Alfalfa mix each month to feed 29 rescue/sanctuary horses.  Robert and I have four personal horses that we pay for ourselves.  There are three other horses that are privately owned and their owners pay for their horses feed.  So the 224 bales of hay are just the feed for the rescue/sanctuary group.  This does not include the supplements that are being fed to two Cushing horses as they are free fed the hay 24/7 plus are on rice bran daily (as prescribed by our veterinarian as both these boys are presently under his care).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay costs are $18.00 per bale and that is the going price in our area.  We are however researching other sources to see if we can get good quality hay at a lower rate.  We do not feed poor quality hay as it is not beneficial to the horses or our budget.  We feed hay that the horses will eat, enjoy and not waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope that you will consider even the donation of one bale of hay, we are in need of hay and it is all about the horses.  You can &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/donate.htm"&gt;donate&lt;/a&gt; via "Haypal" aka Paypal through our website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-6328608185982734463?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/6328608185982734463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/6328608185982734463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/08/friday-august-19-2011.html' title='Friday, August 19, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-5699035000581086223</id><published>2011-08-15T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T12:34:01.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ikw37uu-OzI/TklyxuGB7QI/AAAAAAAAF2U/lHgRMLq3p9o/s1600/0547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ikw37uu-OzI/TklyxuGB7QI/AAAAAAAAF2U/lHgRMLq3p9o/s320/0547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641166206770736386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtgU7uC4AyY/TklyxtG6cfI/AAAAAAAAF2M/U2g3sjv6L74/s1600/0548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtgU7uC4AyY/TklyxtG6cfI/AAAAAAAAF2M/U2g3sjv6L74/s320/0548.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641166206506004978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bVQzJ2MWAzw/TklyxWFXc_I/AAAAAAAAF2E/gE-YTa8zrYw/s1600/0549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bVQzJ2MWAzw/TklyxWFXc_I/AAAAAAAAF2E/gE-YTa8zrYw/s320/0549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641166200325501938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-78QBE11UYoQ/TklytlKHMoI/AAAAAAAAF18/9DR5VDD37cA/s1600/0550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-78QBE11UYoQ/TklytlKHMoI/AAAAAAAAF18/9DR5VDD37cA/s320/0550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641166135652463234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sR-gPyVQEf0/Tkl0RFQ7axI/AAAAAAAAF2c/uaKQODiJDpA/s1600/0551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sR-gPyVQEf0/Tkl0RFQ7axI/AAAAAAAAF2c/uaKQODiJDpA/s320/0551.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641167845078035218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning was feet time down at Mom and Dads.  This is Rocky and OTTB that my parents have been fostering for the last 5 years for MHR.  He was 36 when he arrived at MHR.  He was no longer wanted.  I took his pics while he was still eating breakfast.  So Rob went ahead and worked on Jingles, Chase and Ceasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purple bush by their house is so pretty, it is called a Texas Ranger.  Then last but not least, just wanted to show you a couple of their hens, with their fuzzy feet.  I have held one and they are heavy.  Not overly fond of being cuddled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-5699035000581086223?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/5699035000581086223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/5699035000581086223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/08/rocky_15.html' title='Rocky'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ikw37uu-OzI/TklyxuGB7QI/AAAAAAAAF2U/lHgRMLq3p9o/s72-c/0547.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-6431904094239089188</id><published>2011-08-13T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T17:47:10.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice and Glory</title><content type='html'>I always thought I would be able to have Justice for my own, but there comes a time when one must realize their limitations, we are stretched pretty thin.  I see it like this, I was blessed with two wonderful years with him, having him started with very good ground manners, gelding him and giving him the opportunity to be a horse with no worries.  I always have said privately to friends and family members that if the perfect family came along, I would surely give him the chance of his lifetime.  Well, that situation came to fruition and Justice now has his very own family with only one Equine Sister.  Justice was delivered this morning to his new family.  They have the means and the time for him.  It is the PERFECT home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrZFZqs9s9I/TkcWQrwu_gI/AAAAAAAAF1Q/Mx3oTx7MCOM/s1600/0530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrZFZqs9s9I/TkcWQrwu_gI/AAAAAAAAF1Q/Mx3oTx7MCOM/s320/0530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640501534185684482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Justice (R) and Lola (L) meeting for the first time.  It was meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d9vZ9Wv144g/TkcWQfVvIgI/AAAAAAAAF1I/6rtVhsIcdlc/s1600/0531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d9vZ9Wv144g/TkcWQfVvIgI/AAAAAAAAF1I/6rtVhsIcdlc/s320/0531.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640501530851222018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hay Lola where did you go!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Z3f-wFqn48/TkcWQSYhWxI/AAAAAAAAF1A/DseoWUv4HBs/s1600/0532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Z3f-wFqn48/TkcWQSYhWxI/AAAAAAAAF1A/DseoWUv4HBs/s320/0532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640501527373241106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peek-a-boo  Justice(r), Lola (l)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MN2bXlwXH0c/TkcV-7QAIZI/AAAAAAAAF0w/mBqRi1Z8zbE/s1600/0534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MN2bXlwXH0c/TkcV-7QAIZI/AAAAAAAAF0w/mBqRi1Z8zbE/s320/0534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640501229105717650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Justice and his new dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aXevU4ghFD4/TkcV-i0fr5I/AAAAAAAAF0o/j3hu5GJLW5A/s1600/0535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aXevU4ghFD4/TkcV-i0fr5I/AAAAAAAAF0o/j3hu5GJLW5A/s320/0535.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640501222547894162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Justice checking everything out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Glory also went to her own new home (she shared the cab with Justice), She will be joining Candy,  Dancer, and Shy.  Once again, another PERFECT home, which has the means  and the time.  Glory was rescued by the FOBs in 2006 as a weanling.   She was named Glory Hallejuah, by long time FOB Gloria Nussebaum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-16KGEDRaoSE/TkcV-rRK9kI/AAAAAAAAF0g/cg8V2mERGj8/s1600/0536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-16KGEDRaoSE/TkcV-rRK9kI/AAAAAAAAF0g/cg8V2mERGj8/s320/0536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640501224815654466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ulsEgCawnTE/TkcV-dIBKQI/AAAAAAAAF0Y/yAmdyHS6mwM/s1600/0537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ulsEgCawnTE/TkcV-dIBKQI/AAAAAAAAF0Y/yAmdyHS6mwM/s320/0537.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640501221019166978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have wonderful new lives, our beloved friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-6431904094239089188?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/6431904094239089188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/6431904094239089188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/08/justice-and-glory.html' title='Justice and Glory'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NrZFZqs9s9I/TkcWQrwu_gI/AAAAAAAAF1Q/Mx3oTx7MCOM/s72-c/0530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-617011459630297841</id><published>2011-08-13T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T16:05:05.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 50</title><content type='html'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 50, I Lost My Shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory looks over at Justice, "What ya doing?" Justice looks up, "I am packing.  The Hay Lady gave me a really big Wal-Mart bag to pack my stuff in.  I am being dopted, so I have to pack up."  Glory nods, "I am being adopted also."  Justice nods, where is your Wal-Mart bag?" Glory looks over to the edge of the Round Pen, "Its over there."  Justice looks over, "Its not very big."  Glory says, "I have learned to travel light."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory walks over, "What is all this stuff?"  Justice looks around in front of him, "They are some of my favorite things and a couple of keep sakes."  Glory nods, "What are those wooden things?"  Justice smiles, "They are my ski's, but I don't think they will fit in the bag, hmmmm, So I guess I need to give them away. I know I will give them to Spirit. Be back in a few."  He carefully bends down and picks up the two pair of skis in his mouth, carrying them sideways, is easier he has learn."  Justice walks over to the gate and pushes on it and it swings open, and the proceeds to leave the pen, come to a quick halt, as the ski's slam in to either side of the gate. "hmmm, that didn't work to well."  He thinks a bit, turns his head to the side and slowly wedges the ski's through the gate, and trots off towards the Lady's Parlour, as he gets to the rail, he drops the ski's on the otherside, "Spirit you can have these."  Spirit walks over, Spirit smiles, "Thanks, I guess."  Justice walks back to the Round Pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice returns to his pile of things, "My Flashlight, yes, chips from the Pahrump Nugget Hotel and Casino, a hotel key, yes that is a keeper, a signed photo of a thoroughbred mare, oh yes a keeper for sure, several half eaten treats, sure, might need them on the trip."  Glory still watching, asks "What are you going to do with all the tools?"  Justice looks down at several screwdrivers, a pair of pliers, a rasp, and a four pound hammer. "hmmm, not sure they aren't really mine, they belong to the Rob People.  I guess, I will leave them."   Justice bends down and opens up another small Wal-Mart bag, "Lets see, ahhh, " He reaches in the bag and pulls out a small box and carefully places on the ground, and looks back in the bag, he pulls out a bowtie, and a pair of sun glasses, and he smiles. Reaches in the Wal-Mart bag again and pulls out his unused bus ticket to Lexington Massachusetts, "Ahh, an adventure missed."  "Well that may be it,"  Justice looks around trying to think if he has forgotten anything.  "OH My, My shoes, I lost my shoes."  Justice bolts for the gate and starts running around he runs up front, then back by the Maternity Ward, the new Turn Out.  Nothing, Justice lowers his head and walks back into the Round Pen, and over to his pile of keep sakes, he looks over to Glory "Ahh, I don't have any shoes, the Rob People said I wasn't going to get shoes till I stop growing." Glory nods, Justice says, maybe not to Glory but more to himself, "Dublin says that horses change herds alot and they meet new friends and people, and that everything will be fine, he says that the Hay Lady will visit and the Rob People will come and take care of my hoofs."  Glory nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice looks down and slowly and carefully starts putting his things in the Large Wal-Mart bag. Glory watches him, "You have had a lot of adventures for only being a two year old."  Justice nods, "I have mellowed out as I have gotten older."  Glory smiles, as Justice finishes up his packing by placing the small box in the bag.  Glory asks, "Whats in the box?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice sets it down and very carefully removes the top of the box, and removes the tissue paper just inside, "Its a picture of my Mother, the Hay Lady told me all about her."  Glory looks closely at the picture under the full moon, its a picture of Faith.  Justice very carefully replaces the tissue paper and closes the box.  Glory says, "I think its a good sign that our last night here has a full moon."  Justice looks up into the sky, "Yes, a very good sign."  Glory walks back of to her side of the Round Pen, just to check her Wal-Mart bag, and Justice looks around to see if anyone is watching, and picks up the rasp, a screwdriver and the hammer and places them in his bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice looks around and smiles,  "A new adventure begins."  he leans down and opens one last bag, he looks inside, a cell phone, an address book, two tickets to the Calgary Stampede, and lets see $115 people dollars, a Wal-Mart gift card, and an ATT prepaid phone card. "Yes, I think I am ready for new adventures."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Samm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Remember that each of you can help the horses at MHR with their Weekly drive to get 10 bales of hay.  Check the BLOG http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/ for more information on donations to MHR.  The current goal is 10 bales of hay per week.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-617011459630297841?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/617011459630297841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/617011459630297841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/08/horses-tale-chapter-50.html' title='A Horse&apos;s Tale, Chapter 50'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-8567139624168173818</id><published>2011-08-13T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T16:02:06.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Electra's post-surgery recovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VqBifm2A62k/TkcCUYmJFTI/AAAAAAAAFyg/xMgMUkwT4Os/s1600/0529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VqBifm2A62k/TkcCUYmJFTI/AAAAAAAAFyg/xMgMUkwT4Os/s320/0529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640479607527904562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electra was operated on again for her hernia. The first surgery failed because of rejection of materials used.  She's been home for Desert Pines Equine Center for a couple of weeks now and is doing very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-8567139624168173818?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/8567139624168173818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/8567139624168173818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/08/electras-post-surgery-recovery.html' title='Electra&apos;s post-surgery recovery'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VqBifm2A62k/TkcCUYmJFTI/AAAAAAAAFyg/xMgMUkwT4Os/s72-c/0529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-3353208768836775288</id><published>2011-08-13T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T15:35:08.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 49</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Geneva,Verdana,Sans-Serif;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;A Horse's Tale, Chapter 49, A Loud Ants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Geneva,Verdana,Sans-Serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Justice is  kicking the ground, Casper looks over, "Whats wrong?", Justice, shuffles  around a bit, "I need to find some ants, special ones I think."  Casper  turns his head, "Well you aren't going to find any Ants now."  Justice  shakes his head, "What ya mean?"  Casper looks at him, "Well Ants don't  come out at night.  And why do you need to find Ants anyways?"&lt;br /&gt;Justice  says, "Well remember when you took my fly mask off, and we were playing  with it.  Well someone said that I would have to use my 'A Loud Ants'  to buy a replacement. So I have been working for a week to find some  loud ants."  Casper turns to look around the turn out, everyone else is a  sleep, "Well, hmmm, I figures you have a problem then, but I don't  think they meant, 'Ants' I think they meant something else."  Justice  looks around hopeing to get some support from the herd, but four  sleeping horses, aren't much help, "Maybe I need to talk to Dublin."   Casper nods, then shakes his head, "Well be prepared to get your ear or  nose bitten, Dublin does not like dumb questions, from what I have  heard."  Justice nods, but determined to follow through with this he  heads of to the Lady's Parlour.  As he leaves the turnout and heads  towards the house and the maternity ward, he looks over to Electra in  her wrap, "Dang, she always gets the good stuff, cloth and duck tape,  don't understand it."  as he passes her he nods in her direction, she  raises her head and nods back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Geneva,Verdana,Sans-Serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;As he gets  close to the Lady's Parlour, he is thinking what to say, what to ask,  and planning a good retreat path in case Dublin is not to keen on the  question.  He approaches the rail, all the horses are quiet each in  their own areas, "Psst, Dublin, Hey Dublin, Psst, Psst, Dublin."  Dublin  looks up, and over to Justice, he slowly walks over to the rail,  "Justice this better be good, its late at night and you are making  enough noise to wake a mule."  Justice lowers his head, "Sorry, but I  have a question that only you, a very wise and elder horse, leader of  all the herds can answer, its very important."  Dublin's ears move  forward, his eyes fixed on Justice, "Never, Never say that, Jerri will  come over and bite both of us."  Justice looks at him, "Why would she do  that?"  Dublin looks at him, "She is the Leader of all the herds, and  she will tell you that."  Justice not sure what to say, "But you are the  elder and strongest Stallion, ahh Gelding, in the herd." Dublin nods,  "Yes, but with horses that means very little its the mare that run the  herd, lead them around 'We just follow them around and keep other  Stallions and Gelding from stealing mares from the herd."  Justice nods,  "Well I still have a question, and I figure you would know the  answer."     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Geneva,Verdana,Sans-Serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dublin says,  "Ok, what is the question and be quick it will daylight soon."  Justice  looks down then back up, "Well Casper and I were playing last week, and  he took my fly mask off, and we were playing with it and we were caught  doing it."  Dublin says, "Well you should know not to play with or try  to take off someones fly mask, they are for are own good."  Justice  lowers his head, "I know, but we were having fun.  Then someone said I  would have to buy a new one with my 'A Loud Ants. And And I have been  looking for a week for Loud Ants and I don't know how many I would need  if I ever find any, I am really confused."  Dublin shakes his head,  "Justice you are always confused.  I don't think they meant ants, I  really think someone said that it, the mask, should come out of your  'Allowance'."  Justice nods, having no idea that Dublin just said, "What  is 'Allowance?"  Dublin not having to think about it, since he has been  asked many times about it, continues, "Well its your part of money,  feed, grain, or other things that is aloted to you. You know like for  doing things."  Justice nods, again having no idea what Dublin is  talking about. Dublin says, "I see you don't understand, as is the norm,  let me explain in simple terms, you know that the aunties and uncles of  MHR buy us hay, they are trying to buy 10 bales of hay a week for us,  they are using their allowance to buy us hay.  Its like when we get  treats, its the Aunties and Uncles that buy those for us to have."   Justice is starting to understand, "So they use their allowance to buy  us hay,"  Dublin nods, Justice continues, "And I should use my  allowance, which is hay and treats to pay for the mask."  Dublin says,  "Yes young one you are learning quickly (He heard that in a movie, he  can't remember which one.)"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Geneva,Verdana,Sans-Serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Justice nods,  and turns to return to his turnout, "hmmm, if I fore go some hay or  treats, god forbid, I could use my allowance to pay for the mask, hmmm,  ahhh, well, ahhh, well I just think I will us my credit card, that would  work."  Justice smiles to himself, "I think I understand all this, just  can't figure out where the 'Ants' come into play with this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Geneva,Verdana,Sans-Serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;To Be Continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Geneva,Verdana,Sans-Serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Author Samm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Geneva,Verdana,Sans-Serif;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;(Remember  that each of you can help the horses at MHR with their Weekly drive to  get 10 bales of hay.  Check the BLOG for more information on donations  to MHR.  The current goal is 10 bales of hay per week.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-3353208768836775288?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3353208768836775288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3353208768836775288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/08/horses-tale-chapter-49.html' title='A Horse&apos;s Tale, Chapter 49'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-7869563397338380128</id><published>2011-08-04T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T09:34:04.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bittersweet bit of news</title><content type='html'>Due to unforeseen circumstances in one of our adopters lives, APPLE  is returning home.  We would like to thank them for the kindness, care  and love they gave her.  In 2001 when we established the organization we  placed in our contract right from the start, that if a person(s) could  no longer care for the horse that it MUST be returned home.  She will be  here on 8/5.  They are delivering her. &lt;p&gt;For those who may not know, Apple is the Belgian mare that was  rescued along with Nellie and Jerri and their unborn foals from Canada.   They were slaughter-bound.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Apple is also the Dam of AJ, who was adopted along with Hope by LisainCo and are living a wonderful life in a wonderful place.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thank you all for your support!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Stephanie &amp;amp; Rob&lt;/p&gt;****************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apple is not even home yet and she has three sponsors waiting in the wings for her arrival.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bev, Sheila and Belmina.  If anyone remembers, Belmina picked Apple  to be rescued and she herself was just a little one when the selection  process was being done.  Everyone agreed on her selection.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thank you for your sponsorship and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WELCOME HOME APPLE&lt;/span&gt;, you big beautiful girl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-7869563397338380128?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/7869563397338380128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/7869563397338380128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/08/bittersweet-bit-of-news.html' title='A bittersweet bit of news'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-2901603860096201967</id><published>2011-08-02T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T17:10:59.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Electra</title><content type='html'>As mentioned in Charity's video, Electra had to return to &lt;a href="http://desertpinesequine.com/"&gt;Desert Pines Equine Center&lt;/a&gt; because of a rejection of materials used in her first hernia surgery. She had her surgery on July 27. Electra is home, and is doing well this evening (August 1).  She will be returning to Desert Pines in 30 days for her follow up.  We have all of her Post-op instructions, and they will be followed as they were before.  All are hoping that her body does not reject the materials utilized in this surgery.  The veterinarians and staff of Desert Pines Equine Center are wonderful and are to be commended for their dedication &amp;amp; compassion for all the good work they do for all the horses they encounter on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veronica came out with me today to say goodbye to Electra as she has made quite the impression on them.  Electra is a love bug, Electra will be seeking her forever home but we feel it necessary to ensure she is healed and receives a clean bill of health before she can be adopted.  This very important to all of us at MHR&amp;amp;S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much to our supporters for everything.  Thank you is a small word compared to what each of you does behind the scenes.  I am not talking just about the support you provide to our facility, but the support that you provide to others and that you have shared with me.  Thank you for sharing and entrusting me as your friend with your accomplishments in helping save horses, dogs and cats,  It is an honor to know each of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will keep you updated on Electra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-2901603860096201967?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/2901603860096201967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/2901603860096201967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/08/electra.html' title='Electra'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-3422896396383818569</id><published>2011-08-02T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T17:02:42.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charity</title><content type='html'>It takes love, time and patience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid216.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fcc166%2FMiraclehorserescue01%2F001-135.mp4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ai3prXJUjo/TjiOg6P4J5I/AAAAAAAAFyY/XeUuKNmoI0w/s1600/charity1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ai3prXJUjo/TjiOg6P4J5I/AAAAAAAAFyY/XeUuKNmoI0w/s320/charity1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636411629696984978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pqTL_kn9K5Y/TjiOg2Eg9oI/AAAAAAAAFyQ/VmmNqNcPVYk/s1600/charity2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pqTL_kn9K5Y/TjiOg2Eg9oI/AAAAAAAAFyQ/VmmNqNcPVYk/s320/charity2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636411628575585922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yNsEhOgS-Rs/TjiOgnmnCPI/AAAAAAAAFyI/mzJttpOTARE/s1600/charity3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yNsEhOgS-Rs/TjiOgnmnCPI/AAAAAAAAFyI/mzJttpOTARE/s320/charity3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636411624692058354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_eMrK6NkKIc/TjiOgqr3EkI/AAAAAAAAFyA/z6mglqp7GLU/s1600/charity4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_eMrK6NkKIc/TjiOgqr3EkI/AAAAAAAAFyA/z6mglqp7GLU/s320/charity4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636411625519387202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-3422896396383818569?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3422896396383818569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3422896396383818569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/08/charity.html' title='Charity'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ai3prXJUjo/TjiOg6P4J5I/AAAAAAAAFyY/XeUuKNmoI0w/s72-c/charity1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-2644532106564325095</id><published>2011-08-02T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T15:57:56.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emmett</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z6S2lUeyd4Q/Tjh_eMuRoLI/AAAAAAAAFx4/Q63Fap1PILY/s1600/emmett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z6S2lUeyd4Q/Tjh_eMuRoLI/AAAAAAAAFx4/Q63Fap1PILY/s320/emmett.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636395090442297522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ld8NxCvkHP0/Tjh_d_nkvYI/AAAAAAAAFxw/yYwOZtfPoFg/s1600/emmett2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ld8NxCvkHP0/Tjh_d_nkvYI/AAAAAAAAFxw/yYwOZtfPoFg/s320/emmett2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636395086924529026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zWqUNck6i-o/Tjh_VFkjJgI/AAAAAAAAFxo/N3G6ZjkRWow/s1600/emmett3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zWqUNck6i-o/Tjh_VFkjJgI/AAAAAAAAFxo/N3G6ZjkRWow/s320/emmett3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636394933903631874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BnkmneI6zgY/Tjh_VDPcYuI/AAAAAAAAFxg/i9-oBg6mMrE/s1600/emmett4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BnkmneI6zgY/Tjh_VDPcYuI/AAAAAAAAFxg/i9-oBg6mMrE/s320/emmett4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636394933278237410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lY5W8xJv9-U/Tjh_UwdUNUI/AAAAAAAAFxY/dnzaUHQgUC0/s1600/emmett5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lY5W8xJv9-U/Tjh_UwdUNUI/AAAAAAAAFxY/dnzaUHQgUC0/s320/emmett5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636394928236148034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31oqO7n6VH8/Tjh_UhbkEsI/AAAAAAAAFxQ/q32FqQPaEc4/s1600/emmett6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-31oqO7n6VH8/Tjh_UhbkEsI/AAAAAAAAFxQ/q32FqQPaEc4/s320/emmett6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636394924202267330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BFGjfi7yOWE/Tjh_UjMHwSI/AAAAAAAAFxI/ZfrzeC7tNV4/s1600/emmett7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BFGjfi7yOWE/Tjh_UjMHwSI/AAAAAAAAFxI/ZfrzeC7tNV4/s320/emmett7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636394924674367778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmett came to us in 03 and was adopted by a family in Vegas.  He was with them for several yrs but came back to us after he suffered from a stroke.  They really did not want to contend with potential visits from the vet so they returned him to us as per contract requirements.  We have had no issues with Emmett since he has been back and he is doing great! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmett would love to have sponsor(s) and to remind everyone that we are holding a weekly minimum of 10 bales of hay to be delivered on Wednesdays or Thursdays as we are trying to boost our inventory.  Emmett says you can partner up with a friend and split the cost of a bale of Hay which is 19.00.  He also wants you to know that MHR&amp;amp;S is asking if you can please call your donation into Animal House...775-537-1777, and then please email your info donation to MHR. We all thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can help sponsor Emmett, please visit the &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/donate.htm"&gt;MHR&amp;amp;S donation page&lt;/a&gt;. Remember that MHR&amp;amp;S is a recognized 501(c)(3) organization and your donations may be tax deductible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-2644532106564325095?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/2644532106564325095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/2644532106564325095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/08/emmett.html' title='Emmett'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z6S2lUeyd4Q/Tjh_eMuRoLI/AAAAAAAAFx4/Q63Fap1PILY/s72-c/emmett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-3645925904695637553</id><published>2011-08-02T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T13:49:54.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RHWTYvRbHsg/TjhiXJ5spBI/AAAAAAAAFxA/f39j2ZWFRI4/s1600/misty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RHWTYvRbHsg/TjhiXJ5spBI/AAAAAAAAFxA/f39j2ZWFRI4/s320/misty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636363083588609042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MlGrs6MfR1M/TjhiW0zJmCI/AAAAAAAAFw4/uPArDOoJo18/s1600/misty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MlGrs6MfR1M/TjhiW0zJmCI/AAAAAAAAFw4/uPArDOoJo18/s320/misty2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636363077924001826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nVhsq_GO7Xs/TjhiW6SDR3I/AAAAAAAAFww/JrTqfM8YRDw/s1600/misty3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nVhsq_GO7Xs/TjhiW6SDR3I/AAAAAAAAFww/JrTqfM8YRDw/s320/misty3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636363079395788658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ezpyTegMipc/TjhiWmOkXNI/AAAAAAAAFwo/L-IEyX11AmQ/s1600/misty4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ezpyTegMipc/TjhiWmOkXNI/AAAAAAAAFwo/L-IEyX11AmQ/s320/misty4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636363074012470482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2GiuRgfuvKE/TjhiWhmHn0I/AAAAAAAAFwg/ug9FxKHZb_c/s1600/misty5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2GiuRgfuvKE/TjhiWhmHn0I/AAAAAAAAFwg/ug9FxKHZb_c/s320/misty5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636363072769072962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Queen..Everyone's Misty!  She was rescued by the FOBs in 2006, and in May of 2007 gave birth to the one and only Spirit, who has brought a great deal of laughter and joy to others.  We all watched her give birth, and it was the most beautiful thing ever.  Misty is the sweetest horse at the facility and many of the FOBs who have visited and stayed with us can attest to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can help sponsor Misty, please visit the &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/donate.htm"&gt;MHR&amp;amp;S donation page&lt;/a&gt;. Remember that MHR&amp;amp;S is a recognized 501(c)(3) organization and your donations may be tax deductible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-3645925904695637553?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3645925904695637553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3645925904695637553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/08/misty.html' title='Misty'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RHWTYvRbHsg/TjhiXJ5spBI/AAAAAAAAFxA/f39j2ZWFRI4/s72-c/misty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-6342466516291913014</id><published>2011-08-02T13:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T13:45:12.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w6UCdsWgeZc/TjhhacfZNjI/AAAAAAAAFwY/v7BPWInURsE/s1600/cb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w6UCdsWgeZc/TjhhacfZNjI/AAAAAAAAFwY/v7BPWInURsE/s320/cb1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636362040606537266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruisin Bay aka CB is an OTTB who is in her mid 20's now.  CB sustained a broken left rear leg during her racing career.  She was found by an individual through a newspaper ad and being advertised as a Brood Mare in a local CA newspaper.  We were contacted and asked to take her to keep her from being bred. The woman who purchased her managed to get her for a nominal price and here she is.  She came to us at the age of 19.  She is doing very well and is a very sweet mare.  She is being sponsored monthly by Sheriff Susan, but Susan would love to see not only CB, but all the horses have monthly sponsors.  It does not take much when we can partner up with someone who has interest in the same horse.  It makes a big difference in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can help, please visit the &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/donate.htm"&gt;MHR&amp;amp;S donation page&lt;/a&gt;. Remember that MHR&amp;amp;S is a recognized 501(c)(3) organization and your donations may be tax deductible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-6342466516291913014?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/6342466516291913014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/6342466516291913014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/08/cb.html' title='CB'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w6UCdsWgeZc/TjhhacfZNjI/AAAAAAAAFwY/v7BPWInURsE/s72-c/cb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-7713433006941500566</id><published>2011-08-02T11:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T11:37:37.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>General</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h6KG9spQ6NM/TjhDLLOd1XI/AAAAAAAAFwQ/aeQ15OxfR7w/s1600/general2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h6KG9spQ6NM/TjhDLLOd1XI/AAAAAAAAFwQ/aeQ15OxfR7w/s320/general2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636328792925263218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GIZbbjMXVKk/TjhDKwejZ2I/AAAAAAAAFwI/AKL3pvi4zLA/s1600/general1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GIZbbjMXVKk/TjhDKwejZ2I/AAAAAAAAFwI/AKL3pvi4zLA/s320/general1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636328785744979810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are General, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.Skodeshorsetreats.com"&gt;Skodes&lt;/a&gt; treats and Lynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General is also an OTTB who raced in in younger days.  This was confirmed by an FOB years ago who researched his tatoo.  He was claimed in a stakes race and from there went to several homes.  He came to us from Ely, Nevada.  He was blind when he arrived, and his blindness is all due to being beaten in the head by a 2 x 4 by an owner in his life.  He is a sweet old guy, and is in his mid 20's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can help, please visit the &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/donate.htm"&gt;MHR&amp;amp;S donation page&lt;/a&gt;. Remember that MHR&amp;amp;S is a recognized 501(c)(3) organization and your donations may be tax deductible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-7713433006941500566?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/7713433006941500566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/7713433006941500566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/08/general.html' title='General'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h6KG9spQ6NM/TjhDLLOd1XI/AAAAAAAAFwQ/aeQ15OxfR7w/s72-c/general2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-5962579022370858142</id><published>2011-08-02T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T11:31:46.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-21MZC94kxn4/TjhBp_mO9ZI/AAAAAAAAFwA/QRcilQLAQdk/s1600/honey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-21MZC94kxn4/TjhBp_mO9ZI/AAAAAAAAFwA/QRcilQLAQdk/s320/honey2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636327123356415378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6kqDgCqa-50/TjhBp7y1msI/AAAAAAAAFv4/auPNHXPcAyk/s1600/honey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6kqDgCqa-50/TjhBp7y1msI/AAAAAAAAFv4/auPNHXPcAyk/s320/honey1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636327122335537858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend Lynn and I just came in to take a break.  We have been bathing horses, and giving longer tails to the horses with short tails.  It is one of the many uses of Hay Twine.  One of the largest Paint Show barns in Vegas, utilizes this trick to keep their horses tails long.  They showed me how to this while Rob was busy on their horses.  Steve instructed me on this procedure without compromising the actual hair and never having to mess with the dock of the tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above pictures are of Dancing Suzi (OTTB) aka "HONEY."  She is a bay TB (not black) and Honey is now into her 30's, I do not have her registration papers right in front of me so I cannot give all of her particulars at this moment.  She is showing off the bag of SKODES AFTER CARE TREATS.  These particular treats have been formulated for chemical after-care, i.e. worming, fly and grooming sprays and dosing of pain relievers and NSAIDS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formulated in conjuction with Naturopath and Master Herbalist Cassie Schuster.  The horses at MHR&amp;amp;S highly recommend &lt;a href="www.Skodeshorsetreats.com"&gt;SKODES&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-5962579022370858142?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/5962579022370858142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/5962579022370858142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/08/honey.html' title='Honey'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-21MZC94kxn4/TjhBp_mO9ZI/AAAAAAAAFwA/QRcilQLAQdk/s72-c/honey2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-6951726442365947864</id><published>2011-08-02T11:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T11:25:17.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiskey and Trooper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kI-lmJW-D5I/Tjg_5M6Yc8I/AAAAAAAAFvw/4EwtRX7vWWc/s1600/whiskey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kI-lmJW-D5I/Tjg_5M6Yc8I/AAAAAAAAFvw/4EwtRX7vWWc/s320/whiskey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636325185605366722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Whiskey (forefront) he is sponsored by PatS, however he is not opposed to being shared and I am sure PatS would like that as well.  He is her boy and she has been dedicated to him for several years now.  Whiskey's story is really kind of sad.  He is from Elko, NV and was born to a family which had him for 8 yrs.  Elko is cold and receives a lot of snow during the winter months.  As a four year old Whiskey was playing with their other horses when he stepped wrong and he broke his right rear fetlock.  He was taken to Reno for surgery.  As the years began to pass his owners noticed their cold winters were affecting him and was painful for him.  They contacted us and we agreed to take him, he was just a bit over 8 yrs old at the time.  Our weather has been a lot better for him here and he is a real charmer.  Every year we receive something from his owners, just to let us know they have never forgotten him and they visit once per year to see him.  They really do care about him. When I told them he had a special sponsor they were overwhelmed and shed tears of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey is with us for his remaining days and is gladly accepting sponsor(s), but he does want you to know he has one but she will gladly share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Trooper, next to Whiskey.  His story is unique, he has been with us since 2003.  Trooper was found at an auction in Spanish Fork, UT.  The family outbid the KB by 50 cents.  Trooper had a rough start since the day he was born.  His legs were deformed at birth, they face east to west.  The family wanted to give him a chance.  They took him as a weanling and immediately set about scheduling him for leg surgery in hopes that his deformity could be fixed.  Unfortunately, it did not work.  While in his cast the family informed us the day he arrived to us and the reason for this was their neighbor.  The neighbor felt that Trooper did not deserve to live as he would not be of any use.  So the neighbor shot Trooper twice with a .22!  His owners felt Trooper needed a safe haven and here he is with us.  Charges were filed, but we never got the end result and hence the name TROOPER.  He made it through it all.  We do have photos they provided to us with the gunshot wounds and his cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never tell Trooper his legs are deformed, he knows nothing else, and he runs and bucks like a wildman when he gets a bee in his bonnet.  Many FOBs have met Trooper and are amazed at this horse's attitude...it is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SusanE is his sponsor but she is not opposed to sharing this wonderful guy with others and Trooper would love to have more sponsors.  He has a lot of love to pass along!  SusanE will gladly share her experiences with this little guy who captured her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can help, please visit the &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/donate.htm"&gt;MHR&amp;amp;S donation page&lt;/a&gt;. Remember that MHR&amp;amp;S is a recognized 501(c)(3) organization and your donations may be tax deductible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-6951726442365947864?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/6951726442365947864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/6951726442365947864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/08/whiskey-and-trooper.html' title='Whiskey and Trooper'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kI-lmJW-D5I/Tjg_5M6Yc8I/AAAAAAAAFvw/4EwtRX7vWWc/s72-c/whiskey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-5170716998264050343</id><published>2011-08-02T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T11:18:18.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 48</title><content type='html'>Justice is snorting and grunting and pulling and pushing, it's still hard work.  He turns and unlocks the gate, and continues to push, pull, drag, and whatever til he is well inside the turn out.  Casper comes over, "What you doing?"  Justice looks over, "I found this outside the pen, figured we could use it."  Casper nods, looks around "What if she finds out about it. ya now she wants us to keep a pretty clean pen."  Justice nods knowing from experience, "Yes I know but I figures that we can manage it."  Baby B alert to the activity, and wanting to control everything that is going on, walks over, "What are you two doing and what is that?"  Casper answers very quickly, "It's Justice's idea."  She is a young mare, but you don't want to mess with the lead mare, Casper's job is only to keep the herd together not settle fights and stuff.  Baby B, nods and looks at Justice, "So what are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice looks up from his prize, "Well it's the middle of summer, the grass is brown, the grazing is hard, so I figured I would help out a bit."  Baby B looks at the so called prize and back to Justice, "and what are supposed to do with that?"  Justice looks a Baby B, "It's Hay!"  Baby B looks at Justice, and then back at the prize, "No its not, Hay comes in neat little packets, you know bundles." Justice says "Smell it, taste it, it's hay."  Baby B, leans forward, sniffs it, reaches in a bit and tastes it, "Hmmm, smells like hay, tastes like hay, but it is so big. What are we supposed to do with it?"  Justice looks at Baby B as if she has no idea what is going on, "We are supposed to eat it."  Baby B replies, "We can't eat that it is too big, it would take half a moon to eat all that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice looks back at the prize, "Actually, it will take the six of us just a bit over a day and a half to eat it, I had Sampson read me a book that General had that said how much a horse eats in a day, it had graphs and figures and all that."  Baby B nods, "Well it's still to big to eat."  Justice looks at the prize, "It is big, normally the Hay Lady breaks it apart so she can feed each of us, ya know, a pile here and a pile there."  Baby B and Casper nod, as all three are standing there, Glory walks over "What you up to?"  Baby B replies, "We are trying to figure out what to do with this thing."  Glory smiles, young horses, "Casper you should know."  Casper looks up, "Oh, I know but I don't have a thingy."  Glory looks at Casper, "Casper, you should be ashamed, every horse should have a thingy as you call it."  Glory turns and walks back to her spot in the pen and pulls out her Wal-Mart bag and returns to the group.  She places the bag on the ground, and sticking her nose deep inside the bag pulls out a ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for suspense, every horse keeps or should keep a number 7 pair of wire cutters, able to cut through the hardest wire, or the dang string that holds the Bale of Hay together. With the skill of a seasoned pro, Glory takes the cutters and cuts the two strings that hold the Bale of Hay together.  Justice, and Baby B are amazed, Casper has seen the trick before, he just hasn't managed to find a pair of wire cutters.  Justice asks, "Where did you get those, that is amazing," Glory answers, "Oh, I Stol... found them a few years ago, I think they belong to the Rob Person."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby B astounded by the act of magic, "Now what are we supposed to do?"  Glory shakes her head, "Ahh, eat the hay, grab a flake or a big mouth full and go to your spot and eat the hay."  Baby B, nods, still a bit unsure never seen this much hay close up, she grabs a part of the bale and walks to her spot.  Justice smiles, knowing that he had done well. Casper grabs a flake, Annie, Violette, walk over not being to shy to get some hay in the middle of the night, each taking a flake and heading to their spots in the turn out. Glory takes a flake, and turns to leave and says, through the flake in her mouth, "Make sure nothing is left, the Hay Lady will see it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice looks down, there is maybe four or five flakes left, Justice smiles, "Ahh, tis a good night to be a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Samm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-5170716998264050343?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/5170716998264050343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/5170716998264050343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/08/horses-tale-chapter-48.html' title='A Horse&apos;s Tale, Chapter 48'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-3794311567119310614</id><published>2011-08-02T11:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T11:10:00.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kbemWWP_Y-8/Tjg8heYkyNI/AAAAAAAAFvo/4lfY2B1M_hs/s1600/jerri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kbemWWP_Y-8/Tjg8heYkyNI/AAAAAAAAFvo/4lfY2B1M_hs/s320/jerri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636321479443663058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerri (center with Dublin to her rear and Trooper to her front) turned her head just as I snapped the photo.  Please note the 92 freeze branded to her hip.  Jerri was saved by the FOBs from a PMU ranch in Canada as she was being shipped for slaughter.  She was in foal and is the Dam of Hope, who was adopted by LisainCO. Jerri was one of three rescued during this time frame.  We lost Nellie (18yrs old) and her foal after colic surgery.  A very sad night. Nellie will never be forgotten.  Jerri was the first PMU at our facility to give birth. This was followed by AJ whose Dam was Apple.  AJ was also adopted by LisainCO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerri is a Percheron, and is not the friendliest of horses. We will never know for sure what she had to endure at the PMU farm but we are sure it was not good.  Jerri has come along way, and will have a home with us the remainder of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerri is seeking sponsor(s) as she is a big girl and has a big appetite.  If you would like to sponsor Jerri she would appreciate the assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can help, please visit the &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/donate.htm"&gt;MHR&amp;amp;S donation page&lt;/a&gt;. Remember that MHR&amp;amp;S is a recognized 501(c)(3) organization and your donations may be tax deductible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-3794311567119310614?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3794311567119310614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3794311567119310614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/08/jerri.html' title='Jerri'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kbemWWP_Y-8/Tjg8heYkyNI/AAAAAAAAFvo/4lfY2B1M_hs/s72-c/jerri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-3654614088534095413</id><published>2011-08-02T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T11:01:56.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jocori</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kSAryB0W5hs/Tjg6-mIQkVI/AAAAAAAAFvg/qc99bYL0_54/s1600/jocori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kSAryB0W5hs/Tjg6-mIQkVI/AAAAAAAAFvg/qc99bYL0_54/s320/jocori.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636319780715663698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jocori, a 25+ yr old Mustang.  Jocori has been with us for quite sometime.   The individuals who brought her to us had given information that was not necessarily on the up and up. We were told she was rideable, that she gave feet etc. Well, none of the info was valid.  She cannot be ridden, and we have worked with her on her feet issues and now that can be done without tranquilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jocori has partnered up with Levi in the Football Field and she as well is looking for a sponsor(s).  She says she is a good girl, and her needs are hay and the vet when is required, thats it.  She can be contacted in the Football Field as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any amount for sponsor(s) is greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can help, please visit the &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/donate.htm"&gt;MHR&amp;amp;S donation page&lt;/a&gt;. Remember that MHR&amp;amp;S is a recognized 501(c)(3) organization and your donations may be tax deductible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-3654614088534095413?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3654614088534095413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3654614088534095413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/08/jocori.html' title='Jocori'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kSAryB0W5hs/Tjg6-mIQkVI/AAAAAAAAFvg/qc99bYL0_54/s72-c/jocori.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-1597283932438284867</id><published>2011-08-02T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T10:58:07.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Levi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ePUiKTh-bPo/Tjg52ei9eBI/AAAAAAAAFvY/Bj6hfVEMCa4/s1600/levi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ePUiKTh-bPo/Tjg52ei9eBI/AAAAAAAAFvY/Bj6hfVEMCa4/s320/levi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636318541729593362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Levi, a 23+ yr old OTTB.  After Levi was taken off the track (do not know when) he was retrained as an instructional Hunter/Jumper.  The year we received him from CA, he had been injured six months previous and required an additional 12 months of down time.  His owner decided to turn him over to MHR&amp;amp;S as he would not be of use to their facility standing around.  Levi has of course recuperated and is sound.  In our area there is not a high demand for TBs, especially older ones.  Levi does well in an arena evironment, we have tried him on trails and he is not suited for this at all. Levi is a perfect gentleman.  He loads, clips, baths, cross ties, single ties, gives feet perfectly and is up to date on all shots as all the horses are at our facility.  He has recently been dewormed and is scheduled for September. Arena work is the perfect place for him.  He is available for adoption to an experienced rider only, but in the meantime, Levi is seeking a sponsor and if you are interested please do not hesitate to contact him in the Football Field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can help, please visit the &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/donate.htm"&gt;MHR&amp;amp;S donation page&lt;/a&gt;. Remember that MHR&amp;amp;S is a recognized 501(c)(3) organization and your donations may be tax deductible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-1597283932438284867?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/1597283932438284867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/1597283932438284867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/08/levi.html' title='Levi'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ePUiKTh-bPo/Tjg52ei9eBI/AAAAAAAAFvY/Bj6hfVEMCa4/s72-c/levi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-3288895546655520130</id><published>2011-07-24T11:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T11:18:52.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, July 24, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DtH0OhBOXV4/TixhMb9tUUI/AAAAAAAAFvQ/EcJQWl434SU/s1600/jonah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DtH0OhBOXV4/TixhMb9tUUI/AAAAAAAAFvQ/EcJQWl434SU/s320/jonah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632984100226552130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today's horse is Jonah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a two yr old colt Jonah was tied to a hitching post for the first time, and the individual walked away allowing Jonah to fight the lead rope.  The outcome was not good, as Jonah flipped over the hitching post, breaking two vertebra in his neck.  Jonah cannot be tied nor ridden, but he does belong to Ro and Brady who have so much love and compassion to give him. However, Brady will tell you his brother will not mind if you would like to buy a few treats for Jonah from our &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/july2011.html"&gt;BBQ fundraiser&lt;/a&gt;.  Ro spends one week a yr at MHR&amp;amp;S and loves all over Jonah.  He is very lucky to have her and Brady and we are very lucky to have her as part of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-3288895546655520130?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3288895546655520130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3288895546655520130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/07/sunday-july-24-2011.html' title='Sunday, July 24, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DtH0OhBOXV4/TixhMb9tUUI/AAAAAAAAFvQ/EcJQWl434SU/s72-c/jonah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-5754885438750372037</id><published>2011-07-22T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T08:00:56.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 47</title><content type='html'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 47, Did you get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its late, Steph and Rob have long since gone to bed.  Most of the horses are asleep, eating, or just wondering about.  But it appears that three are on a mission, Baby B, Justice, and Casper are leaving Southern Meadow, thats the turn out behind the Round Pen, and heading towards Morning Glory Manor, the turn out to the left of the Round Pen.  They aren't talking as to not disturb any of the other horses.  But all are intent on their mission.  As they approach the rail, they all line up along it, Baby B looks around, "Hmmm, I wonder who got it?"  Justice looks over, "Don't know I wasn't watching this morning."  Casper nods "Me neither." Baby B turns to them "You need to watch its important."  They both nod.  '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very quietly Baby B whispers "Ginger, Ginger" Nothing Ginger is sound asleep, Baby B, looks around, and says in a quiet voice, "CB, CB"  again nothing.  Casper leans over, and whispers, "I will get their attention."  and with that puts his lips together and makes what must be the loudest whistle ever made by a horse.  Baby B jumps, "What did you do?"  Casper says "I whistled.  It attracts dogs and makes horses wake up."  Baby B says "Oh, great thats all we need is the dogs."  Just as she finishes she hears Bruno barking.  She says "Don't move, stand still, Don't breathe, maybe he will not notice us."  All three stand perfectly still, the five horses in the turnout are now awake but have no idea what is going on.  Bruno is still barking, and from the sound of it he is coming their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five horses inside the turnout, and three outside are standing perfectly still knowing that if they start moving about or God forbid run around, all the dogs will be coming out.  Bruno runs up sniffs the air, cocks his head to listen, he walks between, around and in one case under Casper, Justice and Baby B, finding nothing amiss, he heads over to the other turn out.  Very quietly and I mean very quietly lets a breath out, "its Ok to breathe now, but don't say anything."  This is good since Justice was about ready to pass out.  Baby B looks over her shoulder, Bruno is heading back to the house, having found nothing amiss.  Baby B waits a couple of minutes to make sure he is inside and all is safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again Baby B whispers, "Ginger come here."  Ginger nods and walks over to the rail.  Ginger looks over all three then turns her attention to Baby B.  Baby B asks "Did you get it?"  Ginger shakes her head.  Baby B says "The plan was that you were to knock it out of her pocket and get it."  Ginger looks up, "Oh, I did, but I didn't get it."  Baby B looks around, "Well who got it?"  Ginger replies, "I don't know, she shooed me away before I could get it."  Baby B looks around, "CB, Charity come here please."  CB walks up, Charity stops a bit short, Baby B asks "Did either of you get it?"  Charity shakes her head, she wasn't really part of the plan since is still a bit stand offish, and CB asks "Get what?"  Not that CB isn't that bright, but it was this morning, so its been a few hours. Baby B says "Ok, Emmett, Misty come here."  As they approach the railing, Baby B asks "Did either of you two get it?"  Misty says, "No, but."  Baby B asks "But what?"  Misty looks at Emmett, and says "Emmett got it."  Baby B turns to Emmett, "Why is it always the last horse you ask.  Ok Emmett you got it."  Emmett looks up, and says "Ahh, I had it."  Baby B steps forward a bit leans her head over the top rail, "What do you mean you had it?"  Emmett looks up a bit, "I saw it drop when Ginger bumped her, and I walks over to get it, I made sure I didn't get to close to her, and I picks it up in my mouth, I start to turn away to go put in my Wal-Mart bag, and she turned and caught me. And she took it away from me." Baby B says "Ahhh, so close. Ok thank you all for your effort, I will let you know the new plan when we come up with one."  The five horses in the turn out turn to return to their spots and get back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby B, Casper and Justice turn to head back to their turnout, Baby B says "We need to come up with another plan, a better plan, People seem to be very attached to those things, we need a good plan."  Justice says "We could have a stampede, and could tackle her and someone could grab it when I have her penned to the ground."  Baby B looks at Justice, "That sounds more like a mugging than a plan. We need a good plan, something only a horse could pull off."  Both Justice and Casper nod.  Baby B says, "I really need another cell phone, I can't do online shopping and text my friends with only the two phones I have now.  Its really important."  Again both Justice and Casper nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they finish entering the turnout, and close and lock the gate, Justice turns to Baby B and says "I can Whistle too."  Baby B turns and looks Justice straight in the eye, "If I ever hear you whistle I will bite your ear so bad, people will call you 'One Ear'."  Justice lowers his head and walks off knowing she is telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Samm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-5754885438750372037?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/5754885438750372037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/5754885438750372037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/07/horses-tale-chapter-47.html' title='A Horse&apos;s Tale, Chapter 47'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-6811433407481092991</id><published>2011-07-22T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T07:42:00.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, July 22, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-crHmDay-43A/TimLS85RZKI/AAAAAAAAFvI/GcJguEbuhnA/s1600/rosie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-crHmDay-43A/TimLS85RZKI/AAAAAAAAFvI/GcJguEbuhnA/s320/rosie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632185966703764642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Rosie, rescued in foal in 2006 by the FOBs.  She is the dam of Baby B who was born on April 12, 2007 at 3:30pm.  Daylight foaling is pretty rare, and many were able to watch as Baby B was born.  Rosie has an issue with her right front leg, it appears to be an old wire cut, and does cause her to limp if she over exerts herself.  Rosie MUST be tranquilized to have her feet trimmed.  She WILL hurt you if given the slightest opportunity if you attempt to do her feet without tranquilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosie also has some deep embedded mental issues, and you can see in her eyes when she goes to that dark spot in her mind.  Rosie will always have a home with us, and she is accepting sponsor(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can help, please visit the &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/donate.htm"&gt;MHR&amp;amp;S donation page&lt;/a&gt;. Remember that MHR&amp;amp;S is a recognized 501(c)(3) organization and your donations may be tax deductible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-6811433407481092991?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/6811433407481092991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/6811433407481092991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/07/friday-july-22-2011.html' title='Friday, July 22, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-crHmDay-43A/TimLS85RZKI/AAAAAAAAFvI/GcJguEbuhnA/s72-c/rosie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-8117831762089674405</id><published>2011-07-19T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:47:58.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, July 19, 2011</title><content type='html'>Greetings to all of you who support Miracle Horse Rescue &amp;amp; Sanctuary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of Stephanie, the founder of MHR&amp;amp;S, I need to let you all know the horses do need additional hay. A bale of hay has increased to $19.00 - Animal House in Pahrump has the best quality hay recommended by the vets who serve the MHR&amp;amp;S horses. Adoption of horses had been a source of income for MHR&amp;amp;S but no adoptions are pending at this point in time - due to the poor economy. Some people are giving away sound horses because they can't afford to keep them, others are even just letting horses loose to fend for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MHR&amp;amp;S has provided a safe haven for many horses in need for the past 11 years and is committed to continue this worthy cause. Stephanie &amp;amp; Rob are constantly re-evaluating the most cost effective way to care for the rescued horses and mules and provide for their individual needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd like to ask for bales of hay to be purchased directly from Animal House, in Pahrump (775-537-1777), please ask for John, the owner. MHR&amp;amp;S needs a minimum of 10 bales of hay for this coming week. If you are able to help out for the week of 7/20 - 7/27 please place an order with Animal House and also let Stephanie know here on ABR or e-mail her privately at miraclehorserescue@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may want to split the cost of a bale with a friend - every bale of hay will help! Thank you in advance to all who may be able to help out this week or in the upcoming weeks. Below is a link to Animal House for your review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://animalhousepahrump.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:green;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Animal House, Pahrump&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheriff Susan (volunteer)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-8117831762089674405?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/8117831762089674405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/8117831762089674405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/07/tuesday-july-19-2011_19.html' title='Tuesday, July 19, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-4497157709433396495</id><published>2011-07-19T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:01:40.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, July 19, 2011</title><content type='html'>Our parade of MHR&amp;amp;S horses continues with Silky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-65Ku0aRE__4/TiX9xWQdYYI/AAAAAAAAFvA/h3KQyVRUmg0/s1600/silkie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-65Ku0aRE__4/TiX9xWQdYYI/AAAAAAAAFvA/h3KQyVRUmg0/s320/silkie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631185933326705026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silky arrived at MHR&amp;amp;S in December of 04 from Colorado.  She was completely bald.  Her former owner had test after test run on her and she came here with 38 pages of vet records indicating all tests that had been run on her.  We even went as far as to have more blood work drawn and sent to UC Davis to try and find out what caused this and what we needed to do for her.  In the winter months she was blanketed, and in the summer months sun screen and fly sheets were placed on her.  The results from Davis gave no indications as to the problem.  Cozyhorse.com makers of custom horse blankets made and donated an artificial tail for her with special strapping to hold it in place.  We began bathing her weekly with baby shampoo and a soft brush stimulating her skin and all of a sudden we started seeing little sprouts of hair.  Here she is as of July 9, 2011, with hair and very content in her herd environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silky is a permanent resident and seeking sponsor(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can help, please visit the &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/donate.htm"&gt;MHR&amp;amp;S donation page&lt;/a&gt;. Remember that MHR&amp;amp;S is a recognized 501(c)(3) organization and your donations may be tax deductible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-4497157709433396495?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/4497157709433396495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/4497157709433396495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/07/tuesday-july-19-2011.html' title='Tuesday, July 19, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-65Ku0aRE__4/TiX9xWQdYYI/AAAAAAAAFvA/h3KQyVRUmg0/s72-c/silkie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-7918239173779074417</id><published>2011-07-18T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T08:03:58.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, July 18, 2011</title><content type='html'>Blondie and Sampson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i4MIVp9RiXY/TiRJqQYxm1I/AAAAAAAAFu4/X_iWTD0hPcU/s1600/blondie_sampson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i4MIVp9RiXY/TiRJqQYxm1I/AAAAAAAAFu4/X_iWTD0hPcU/s320/blondie_sampson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630706424422177618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are Sampson (R) and Blondie.  Sampson is Ruby's partner, but he has been quite taken by this long legged blond. Sampson is 20+ and is a mini mule as well.  Please refer to the pic of Ruby (posted a few days ago) for their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blondie is a former Team Roping horse.  She has floating bone chips in her front right leg and she cannot be ridden. Since no one really wants to care for a horse with her issues, she will live out the remainder of her days at our facility. She is 28+ years old.  When the former owners brought her over to us (they lived three roads from us) the son rode her over, racing her against his father's truck.  She came up the driveway covered in sweat and limping..it took everything within our power to keep our mouths shut until we got them to sign off on documentation relinquishing her to MHR.  After this had been accomplished, in a calm voice I asked them what were they thinking putting her through this.  I was told by the father that his son wanted a last ride, and that since she was coming here we could take care of her issues. The vet was called out for the next day since she arrived so late, but we did give her bute and washed her down and soaked her leg.  Long time FOBs Diane and Shannon were here visiting when she arrived.  Blondie was placed on bute for a few days and leg watered down and iced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came up with a plan yrs ago to ice a leg, and that was to cut off the leg of an old pair of wranglers, slip over the leg tie off at the bottom of pant leg, dump ice into the pant leg  and tie at the top.  We would stand and groom horse for 15-20 minutes while leg was being iced.  Again, Blondie is not rideable but she is seeking sponsor(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can help, please visit the &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/donate.htm"&gt;MHR&amp;amp;S donation page&lt;/a&gt;. Remember that MHR&amp;amp;S is a recognized 501(c)(3) organization and your donations may be tax deductible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-7918239173779074417?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/7918239173779074417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/7918239173779074417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/07/monday-july-18-2011.html' title='Monday, July 18, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i4MIVp9RiXY/TiRJqQYxm1I/AAAAAAAAFu4/X_iWTD0hPcU/s72-c/blondie_sampson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-8243457366202411152</id><published>2011-07-16T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T08:35:43.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, July 16, 2011</title><content type='html'>Happy Saturday everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ruby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gdLmWALc8LM/TiGu-jVu9eI/AAAAAAAAFuw/OUWzbMYM8Mg/s1600/ruby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gdLmWALc8LM/TiGu-jVu9eI/AAAAAAAAFuw/OUWzbMYM8Mg/s200/ruby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629973398851352034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby is a 20+ yo mini mule.  She was rescued by FOBs along with her partner Sampson.  They were an elderly gentleman's little driving team, but at the age of 91 yrs old he could no longer care for them.  Ruby is adoptable but she must be adopted with her bud, Sampson as they have been together all their lives.  She is retired, and if not adopted she has a home here for her remaining days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby is seeking a sponsor(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can help, please visit the &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/donate.htm"&gt;MHR&amp;amp;S donation page&lt;/a&gt;. Remember that MHR&amp;amp;S is a recognized 501(c)(3) organization and your donations may be tax deductible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-8243457366202411152?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/8243457366202411152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/8243457366202411152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/07/saturday-july-16-2011.html' title='Saturday, July 16, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gdLmWALc8LM/TiGu-jVu9eI/AAAAAAAAFuw/OUWzbMYM8Mg/s72-c/ruby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-8568646498493985316</id><published>2011-07-14T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T09:48:47.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, July 14, 2011</title><content type='html'>Our horse of the day today is Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hAmHknETCXU/Th8brDr7EQI/AAAAAAAAFuo/ADsm8jFOhCU/s1600/grace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hAmHknETCXU/Th8brDr7EQI/AAAAAAAAFuo/ADsm8jFOhCU/s200/grace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629248485774266626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace has been with us since 2007 and was adopted once.  She was returned when her family lost their employment and her return is based on our contract established in 2001.  When Grace arrived in Jan. 2007 she came to us with a horrid injury to her right rear leg she had sustained in September of 2006 and was never treated. The injury was caused by a piece of corrugated steel roofing which blew off a shade due to the high winds we have in Southern NV. Infection and proud flesh had developed and the proud fleshed area would rupture.  The day after she arrived we had two vets examine her. She was placed on massive doses of antibiotics and scheduled for surgery.  However, just prior to the surgery both vets wanted to try a powder that eats away at the proud flesh.  Grace had a softball size proud fleshed wound, which was doctored twice daily.  She did not like this as it is a caustic powder, but it worked, therefore the need for surgery was eliminated and the possibility of being permanently lame. She does get a bit stiff on occasion but if the surgery been done, both vets confirmed it may have involved cutting into tendons etc.  causing permanent laming.  She does have scarring on that leg.   Per the vets, Grace can be utilized for just light trail riding and does require an experienced rider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace is adoptable if you are not looking for perfection, but in the meantime she is seeking sponsor(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can help, please visit the &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/donate.htm"&gt;MHR&amp;amp;S donation page&lt;/a&gt;. Remember that MHR&amp;amp;S is a recognized 501(c)(3) organization and your donations may be tax deductible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-8568646498493985316?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/8568646498493985316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/8568646498493985316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/07/thursday-july-14-2011.html' title='Thursday, July 14, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hAmHknETCXU/Th8brDr7EQI/AAAAAAAAFuo/ADsm8jFOhCU/s72-c/grace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-72071188462158100</id><published>2011-07-13T06:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T06:58:23.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, July 13, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Half Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oMdRHRwzpSQ/Th2i37ghWtI/AAAAAAAAFug/GI57zjf_RgA/s1600/halfmoon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oMdRHRwzpSQ/Th2i37ghWtI/AAAAAAAAFug/GI57zjf_RgA/s200/halfmoon1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628834191033588434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cGY2HgdAwL0/Th2i3iHYVsI/AAAAAAAAFuY/srJMr7Q7-nA/s1600/halfmoon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cGY2HgdAwL0/Th2i3iHYVsI/AAAAAAAAFuY/srJMr7Q7-nA/s200/halfmoon2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628834184217253570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Half Moon. He has been with us since July of 2001.  Half Moon was seriously abused in his former life and has many many issues (mentally).  However, after being with us for this many years he has come around.  He does have multiple personalities and we have become accustomed to the changes of each one.  He cannot to this day be tied up to groom or do his feet.  The abuse he received was generally received while tied.  So we handle him differently as we do each horse at our facility because no two horses are the same.  We always know that he is going to cow kick one time when having his feet done.  But, he has come a long long way from where he was in 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half Moon is seeking sponsorship(s).  He is permanent resident at our facility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can help, please visit the &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/donate.htm"&gt;MHR&amp;amp;S donation page&lt;/a&gt;. Remember that MHR&amp;amp;S is a recognized 501(c)(3) organization and your donations may be tax deductible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-72071188462158100?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/72071188462158100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/72071188462158100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/07/wednesday-july-13-2011.html' title='Wednesday, July 13, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oMdRHRwzpSQ/Th2i37ghWtI/AAAAAAAAFug/GI57zjf_RgA/s72-c/halfmoon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-4064747941553734133</id><published>2011-07-12T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T09:12:24.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, July 12, 2011</title><content type='html'>Good morning everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next horse in our herd is Electra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CUKwE7dRnJo/ThxxeNRasdI/AAAAAAAAFuQ/cb7eqtUHwFk/s1600/electra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CUKwE7dRnJo/ThxxeNRasdI/AAAAAAAAFuQ/cb7eqtUHwFk/s200/electra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628498398079005138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was born in 2010 to Charity, a rescued PMU mare from North Dakota.  She is a draft cross, Shire/Percheron and TB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electra underwent hernia surgery this year, but is having to go back in on the 14th of this month for a re-repair due to having an adverse reaction to the materials utilized in the first surgery.  She will have her surgery at Desert Pines Equine Center in Las Vegas.  They will be doing this surgery for the cost of her being put under.  Once Electra has completely healed and has been given the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval from her vet(s) she will be available for adoption.  She is up to date on all shots, she trailers, can have her feet done, leads and in general loves anything that humans do for her.  She has been socialized with other horses, but we have refrained from placing her in the herd scenario as we do not want her to be pushed around by a herd in their pecking order stance.  However, she has been with various horses at any given time, which has given her the socialization skills from another horse(s).  She is very loveable and quite well behaved.  But as we have stated to many, the only thing predictable about horses is their unpredictablity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electra is seeking a sponsor(s) until adopted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can help, please visit the &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/donate.htm"&gt;MHR&amp;amp;S donation page&lt;/a&gt;. Remember that MHR&amp;amp;S is a recognized 501(c)(3) organization and your donations may be tax deductible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-4064747941553734133?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/4064747941553734133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/4064747941553734133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/07/tuesday-july-12-2011.html' title='Tuesday, July 12, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CUKwE7dRnJo/ThxxeNRasdI/AAAAAAAAFuQ/cb7eqtUHwFk/s72-c/electra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-1145311285117397314</id><published>2011-07-11T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T13:43:52.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, July 11, 2011</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next couple of weeks, we're going to be posting the stores of the individual equines at MHR&amp;amp;S. Hope you'll enjoy them and find them informative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first story is that of Baby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oaRliOykWm0/ThtcqnnNCaI/AAAAAAAAFuI/jVBdcf5-OsE/s1600/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oaRliOykWm0/ThtcqnnNCaI/AAAAAAAAFuI/jVBdcf5-OsE/s200/baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628194046587242914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture was taken at approximately 6pm on July 9, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby is 28 years old.  She was turned over to us when she was 22 along with her mother who was 32 yrs old.  Baby had very little handling, and could barely even be walked with halter and lead rope.  She had a halter on when we picked her up.  She had been with her mother and only her mother all of her life.  She had no other social skills with either horses or humans.  Now she has had a great deal of human contact and does lead well. She can have her feet done, but there are times she goes off into a place in her mind that can and has created issues.  However, with a great deal of patience and gentle touches we can get through it.  When placed in a herd situation she becomes very nervous, paces back and forth and will go off her food.  She does okay with a single horse and is perfectly content being next to one in her own stall.  Though she is healthy and it would be great to place her in a herd situation, we cannot and will not place her in a situation that will stress her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby is a permanent resident with us.  People are seeking horses they can ride.  They are not looking for horses that are pasture pets, nor horses with issues or that require constant vet care.  Our area is very economically depressed, and individuals are giving away perfectly sound horses.  Adoptions are down, and when we were adopting in better times, the adoption fees were assisting in providing feed and vet care for those horses remaining at the facility.  Now that is not happening.  Additionally, we believe matching horses to humans is very important.  Just because a person thinks a horse is beautiful and that is what they want, we ask that they spend time with the horse to ensure there is compatibility.  It either works or it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby is seeking a sponsor(s) and she is accepting more than one sponsor as all the horses are. Any amount is helpful. At $19.00 for a bale of hay, everything helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can help, please visit the &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/donate.htm"&gt;MHR&amp;amp;S donation page&lt;/a&gt;. Remember that MHR&amp;amp;S is a recognized 501(c)(3) organization and your donations may be tax deductible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-1145311285117397314?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/1145311285117397314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/1145311285117397314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/07/monday-july-11-2011.html' title='Monday, July 11, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oaRliOykWm0/ThtcqnnNCaI/AAAAAAAAFuI/jVBdcf5-OsE/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-7334733932097586228</id><published>2011-07-07T17:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T18:01:57.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night time on the 4th</title><content type='html'>Due to the fireworks going on I spent a great deal of time outdoors this evening to keep an eye on the horses.  Here are a few pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is JD's body, I was getting ready to take a photo of him standing,  when neighbors set off s a string of fire crackers and he spun and took off  running, taking everyone with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JR3z93v_LGk/ThZUs96dJtI/AAAAAAAAFuA/Q91rEOiKqDQ/s1600/0346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JR3z93v_LGk/ThZUs96dJtI/AAAAAAAAFuA/Q91rEOiKqDQ/s200/0346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626777915956733650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JD (personal) and Grace (adoptable for very light riding by experienced person)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EJsQoC2Y7tU/ThZUsQd3jyI/AAAAAAAAFt4/i3I1307ZVoY/s1600/0345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EJsQoC2Y7tU/ThZUsQd3jyI/AAAAAAAAFt4/i3I1307ZVoY/s200/0345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626777903757233954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oacOSJuzOhc/ThZUsBnQOKI/AAAAAAAAFtw/WRdhCjFqqlU/s1600/0344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oacOSJuzOhc/ThZUsBnQOKI/AAAAAAAAFtw/WRdhCjFqqlU/s200/0344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626777899770067106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonah and Jeri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RSIJdaIRvvU/ThZUr70XPbI/AAAAAAAAFto/1RmuHW2Y5-I/s1600/0343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RSIJdaIRvvU/ThZUr70XPbI/AAAAAAAAFto/1RmuHW2Y5-I/s200/0343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626777898214440370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R9NlVNqhrRM/ThZUef1G8kI/AAAAAAAAFtg/ZjB_qEqpoh4/s1600/0341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R9NlVNqhrRM/ThZUef1G8kI/AAAAAAAAFtg/ZjB_qEqpoh4/s200/0341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626777667363074626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Electra (adoptable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oa6_absVmbE/ThZUd8yGdMI/AAAAAAAAFtY/qyrG2sqXcuo/s1600/0340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Oa6_absVmbE/ThZUd8yGdMI/AAAAAAAAFtY/qyrG2sqXcuo/s200/0340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626777657955218626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--xit1nmfQ-g/ThZUdmahypI/AAAAAAAAFtQ/26wcSh1RU-4/s1600/0339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--xit1nmfQ-g/ThZUdmahypI/AAAAAAAAFtQ/26wcSh1RU-4/s200/0339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626777651950766738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nnie coming towards cam and my personal horse Violette in the left background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wFkIpval_9g/ThZUdZvbx3I/AAAAAAAAFtI/I0CeAT_IH8k/s1600/0338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wFkIpval_9g/ThZUdZvbx3I/AAAAAAAAFtI/I0CeAT_IH8k/s200/0338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626777648548792178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glory (left) and Baby B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--rqP6exQrK4/ThZUdJYjxWI/AAAAAAAAFtA/J2BSep6K2Wk/s1600/0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--rqP6exQrK4/ThZUdJYjxWI/AAAAAAAAFtA/J2BSep6K2Wk/s200/0337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626777644157879650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ustice (L) adopted, Glory (adopted), Baby B (adopted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f_jP4sUPkR0/ThZT-HH-ZyI/AAAAAAAAFs4/0r621KPtbOc/s1600/0336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f_jP4sUPkR0/ThZT-HH-ZyI/AAAAAAAAFs4/0r621KPtbOc/s200/0336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626777110975506210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Casper (adoptable) &amp;amp; Annie (lame, sanctuary horse) listening to fireworks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mWlmheVcz9w/ThZT-LQlK4I/AAAAAAAAFsw/lZEFZddfDBI/s1600/0335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mWlmheVcz9w/ThZT-LQlK4I/AAAAAAAAFsw/lZEFZddfDBI/s200/0335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626777112085343106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9t4Cd8hGw0c/ThZT952MRDI/AAAAAAAAFso/eYk1CsQyEEI/s1600/0334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9t4Cd8hGw0c/ThZT952MRDI/AAAAAAAAFso/eYk1CsQyEEI/s200/0334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626777107411256370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BssB7v1kf2Y/ThZT9p9KWFI/AAAAAAAAFsg/-1Ap0eJ8AMk/s1600/0333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BssB7v1kf2Y/ThZT9p9KWFI/AAAAAAAAFsg/-1Ap0eJ8AMk/s200/0333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626777103145523282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glory (adopted) will be going to her new home soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FaptyV3Jszo/ThZT9YcSgMI/AAAAAAAAFsY/snvH0VbBbyI/s1600/0332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FaptyV3Jszo/ThZT9YcSgMI/AAAAAAAAFsY/snvH0VbBbyI/s200/0332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626777098444243138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-7334733932097586228?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/7334733932097586228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/7334733932097586228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/07/night-time-on-4th.html' title='Night time on the 4th'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JR3z93v_LGk/ThZUs96dJtI/AAAAAAAAFuA/Q91rEOiKqDQ/s72-c/0346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-8071616484171151456</id><published>2011-07-07T17:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:29:17.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few videos, July 4, 2011</title><content type='html'>Here are a few videos of the animals that live with us..they enjoyed all the visitors.  Also here are videos of our baby geese.  They can sure make a mess of their pool.  It must be changed on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/Miraclehorserescue01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=018-47.mp4" target="_blank"&gt;http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/Miraclehorserescue01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=018-47.mp4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/Miraclehorserescue01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=017-34.mp4" target="_blank"&gt;http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/Miraclehorserescue01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=017-34.mp4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/Miraclehorserescue01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=016-44.mp4" target="_blank"&gt;http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/Miraclehorserescue01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=016-44.mp4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/Miraclehorserescue01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=015-43.mp4" target="_blank"&gt;http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/Miraclehorserescue01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=015-43.mp4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/Miraclehorserescue01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=014-46.mp4" target="_blank"&gt;http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/Miraclehorserescue01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=014-46.mp4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/Miraclehorserescue01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=013-57.mp4" target="_blank"&gt;http://s216.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/Miraclehorserescue01/?action=view&amp;amp;current=013-57.mp4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AgQ_K3Zi7ec/ThZO0w98zHI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/5Uo7IvR3AYI/s1600/0331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AgQ_K3Zi7ec/ThZO0w98zHI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/5Uo7IvR3AYI/s200/0331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626771452850916466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-8071616484171151456?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/8071616484171151456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/8071616484171151456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/07/few-videos-july-4-2011.html' title='A few videos, July 4, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AgQ_K3Zi7ec/ThZO0w98zHI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/5Uo7IvR3AYI/s72-c/0331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-3629032099593891476</id><published>2011-07-07T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:25:39.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our July 4th celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We hope all had a Happy 4th of July&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our family had a wonderful time together.  We wish that Nikki  could have been with us so that she and her grandfather could celebrate  their birthdays together.  But she was in our hearts and thoughts.  Rob  and I enjoyed having two of  our grandchildren with us, our two nephews,  my sister and brother in law, but most importantly, my parents.  We just  had a superb day.  We had a BBQ of hamburgers and hot dogs, and it was  great.  I took several random photos to share.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vO7eQHVwrAA/ThZLfAJ3NhI/AAAAAAAAFsA/P0zzixv11z8/s1600/0330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vO7eQHVwrAA/ThZLfAJ3NhI/AAAAAAAAFsA/P0zzixv11z8/s200/0330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626767780435408402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6_D5mWLFzuQ/ThZLesys0LI/AAAAAAAAFr4/9_H_0rRjgEA/s1600/0329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6_D5mWLFzuQ/ThZLesys0LI/AAAAAAAAFr4/9_H_0rRjgEA/s200/0329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626767775237984434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2nFdOE6t_Mc/ThZLeVJcwXI/AAAAAAAAFrw/_KboVZKseVM/s1600/0328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2nFdOE6t_Mc/ThZLeVJcwXI/AAAAAAAAFrw/_KboVZKseVM/s200/0328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626767768890950002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1MLzr05HgRw/ThZLeBlvdiI/AAAAAAAAFro/aXvZzbwW7pM/s1600/0327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1MLzr05HgRw/ThZLeBlvdiI/AAAAAAAAFro/aXvZzbwW7pM/s200/0327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626767763640907298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1muOZc74svo/ThZLK6X6m9I/AAAAAAAAFrg/Mx4TMH6800c/s1600/0326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1muOZc74svo/ThZLK6X6m9I/AAAAAAAAFrg/Mx4TMH6800c/s200/0326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626767435286354898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tR4vqM6IRYs/ThZLKdNfnfI/AAAAAAAAFrY/5C15-jIj90Y/s1600/0325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tR4vqM6IRYs/ThZLKdNfnfI/AAAAAAAAFrY/5C15-jIj90Y/s200/0325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626767427458014706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hCnOjWvfOh0/ThZLKNxGZCI/AAAAAAAAFrQ/HKne3Rbutno/s1600/0324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hCnOjWvfOh0/ThZLKNxGZCI/AAAAAAAAFrQ/HKne3Rbutno/s200/0324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626767423312389154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ASV6Epqlpnc/ThZLKIbjkHI/AAAAAAAAFrI/r1FlOkTe5Hg/s1600/0323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ASV6Epqlpnc/ThZLKIbjkHI/AAAAAAAAFrI/r1FlOkTe5Hg/s200/0323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626767421879849074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FlX6wyhascc/ThZLJ1K32VI/AAAAAAAAFrA/Cdka9AhTC38/s1600/0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FlX6wyhascc/ThZLJ1K32VI/AAAAAAAAFrA/Cdka9AhTC38/s200/0322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626767416709601618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-3629032099593891476?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3629032099593891476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3629032099593891476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-july-4th-celebration.html' title='Our July 4th celebration'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vO7eQHVwrAA/ThZLfAJ3NhI/AAAAAAAAFsA/P0zzixv11z8/s72-c/0330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-2823922450415808855</id><published>2011-07-07T17:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T17:07:08.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Emma, from Sheriff Susan</title><content type='html'>Sheriff Susan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of Emma, thank you so much for the lovely gifts.  She loved them and began coloring in her horse book this evening as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vl77GiaEDTg/ThZJqPPUjdI/AAAAAAAAFq4/gMN-FrrjdIc/s1600/0318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vl77GiaEDTg/ThZJqPPUjdI/AAAAAAAAFq4/gMN-FrrjdIc/s200/0318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626765774440140242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9hiysXxnY-Y/ThZJp-uxSxI/AAAAAAAAFqw/XOTjMxXJjkQ/s1600/0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9hiysXxnY-Y/ThZJp-uxSxI/AAAAAAAAFqw/XOTjMxXJjkQ/s200/0319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626765770008644370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IBwoSAIcq48/ThZJpqDdEqI/AAAAAAAAFqo/CBjLrDThnkk/s1600/0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IBwoSAIcq48/ThZJpqDdEqI/AAAAAAAAFqo/CBjLrDThnkk/s200/0320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626765764458255010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHciCWE3qCI/ThZJpGPcZUI/AAAAAAAAFqg/ceuOkt0lsb8/s1600/0321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHciCWE3qCI/ThZJpGPcZUI/AAAAAAAAFqg/ceuOkt0lsb8/s200/0321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626765754844865858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-2823922450415808855?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/2823922450415808855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/2823922450415808855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/07/to-emma-from-sheriff-susan.html' title='To Emma, from Sheriff Susan'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vl77GiaEDTg/ThZJqPPUjdI/AAAAAAAAFq4/gMN-FrrjdIc/s72-c/0318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-9128110267094253005</id><published>2011-06-28T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T16:29:29.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Days for Operation Hay Drop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The winner is MsAnnieBlue!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;Operation Hay Drop Ends June 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  Miracle Horse Rescue is hoping that you will consider participating in  their latest Hay Fundraiser. If you contact Animal House and purchase a  bale of Hay for MHR, your name will be entered in the drawing for a  Horseshoe Wine Rack. It is not painted but should you win you can decide  what color you would like it to be. We feed 80/20 (orchard/alfalfa  blend). Speak to John, owner of Animal House 1-775-537-1777. This hay is  16.00 per bale. Should you make your donation directly to &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/donate.htm"&gt;MHR&lt;/a&gt;, we will break your donation down and let you know how many times your name is being entered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia will be doing the drawing at the end of June. Hay is needed, and we would like to give back as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F63xGIog58c/Tffx48xeU7I/AAAAAAAAFqY/yL8ZYa5cUkQ/s1600/mhr_winerack600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F63xGIog58c/Tffx48xeU7I/AAAAAAAAFqY/yL8ZYa5cUkQ/s200/mhr_winerack600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618225020856587186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you for your support!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-9128110267094253005?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/9128110267094253005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/9128110267094253005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/06/final-days-for-operation-hay-drop.html' title='Final Days for Operation Hay Drop!'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F63xGIog58c/Tffx48xeU7I/AAAAAAAAFqY/yL8ZYa5cUkQ/s72-c/mhr_winerack600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-1798245076216537828</id><published>2011-06-18T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T07:48:15.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I would like to say thank you for all those that have participated in  Operation Hay Drop.  Thank you so so much!  Your names are being added  and I would like to please request that you let Ro, Sheila or myself  know of your transactions so that we can keep adding your name to the  hat for each bale of hay you purchase.  Again, many many thanks.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;MHR is very happy to announce that Glory is being adopted.  She will  be joining Dancer and Candy.  We know she is getting an excellent home.   Her new mom was here last night loving on her.  Her new family is very  excited about her joining their family and so are we.  Glory was rescued  in 2006 at the age of 6 mos old by the FOBs and has been with us all  this time.  Many of the FOBs have had the opportunity to meet Glory in  person and I am sure will be happy that a family has opened their heart  and home to her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Stephanie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-1798245076216537828?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/1798245076216537828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/1798245076216537828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/06/saturday-morning.html' title='Saturday morning'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-3010933993562221432</id><published>2011-06-14T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T16:47:09.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Hay Drop</title><content type='html'>Miracle Horse Rescue is hoping that you will consider participating in their latest Hay Fundraiser. If you contact Animal House and purchase a bale of Hay for MHR, your name will be entered in the drawing for a Horseshoe Wine Rack. It is not painted but should you win you can decide what color you would like it to be. We feed 80/20 (orchard/alfalfa blend). Speak to John, owner of Animal House 1-775-537-1777. This hay is 16.00 per bale. Should you make your donation directly to &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/donate.htm"&gt;MHR&lt;/a&gt;, we will break your donation down and let you know how many times your name is being entered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia will be doing the drawing at the end of June. Hay is needed, and we would like to give back as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F63xGIog58c/Tffx48xeU7I/AAAAAAAAFqY/yL8ZYa5cUkQ/s1600/mhr_winerack600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F63xGIog58c/Tffx48xeU7I/AAAAAAAAFqY/yL8ZYa5cUkQ/s200/mhr_winerack600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618225020856587186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you for your support!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-3010933993562221432?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3010933993562221432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3010933993562221432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/06/operation-hay-drop.html' title='Operation Hay Drop'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F63xGIog58c/Tffx48xeU7I/AAAAAAAAFqY/yL8ZYa5cUkQ/s72-c/mhr_winerack600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-2177733393860585093</id><published>2011-05-13T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T09:53:28.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 45</title><content type='html'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 45, One Small White Flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph stands up, "I don't need to watch this it’s an old episode anyways."  Rob nods, "Don't know who came up with the idea of 'Gator Hunters versus Lumberjacks."  Steph says, "I am going to check on the horses."  Steph looks around at the dogs to see if anyone wants to come with her, most go back to sleep, Moo thinks a bit, and walks over to Steph, then Truffles gets up, and walks over, Steph waits, seems like the rest have had enough adventures for one day.  As Steph leaves, she grabs her jacket, it is a bit cooler tonight, she heads to the maternity ward, with the moving of the horses/mules today it will be good to see how everyone is doing tonight.  Electra and Ruby are standing in the back of the pen, not really next to each other both close enough you can tell they are giving each other comfort and some space.  As they pass the pen, Moo and Truffles decide its time to run in front and play chest bump, and nearly trip Steph, "You two stop that, or its back to the house for both of you."  Being the good dogs they are, they continue by running ahead a bit, the diving into each other.  Steph shakes her head, dodges the pile of dogs and nears the turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph stops and looks around, Justice is at the far end, Casper at the near end, with Violette, Blondie and Annie in the middle.  Justice is looking at Casper, Casper is looking at Justice.  Steph walks up to the rail, Steph starts to ask what they are doing, but Casper takes off for the far end of the turnout, Justice waits til the last second and runs to the near end and they both stop and look at each other.  The mares in the middle of the turnout are shaking their heads. Seems like they have picked the perfect spot as to not have to get out of the way, when Justice and Casper are running about.  Steph says, "Casper, Justice come here."  Justice heads to Steph, Casper lingers a bit. "Casper come here." He nods and heads to Steph.  As they both approach Steph she asks, "What are you two doing?"  Justice is the first to reply, "I don't know. I think its a game, but I don't know the rules."  Casper butts in, "He keeps trying to steal my mares!"  Steph nods, "Casper they aren't your mares."  Casper looks at Steph, "If'n I get the mares, they are mine. That is what Stallions do."  Steph walks over closer to Casper, and motions for him to come closer, she whispers in Casper’s ear, "Casper, you are not a Stallion, you are a gelding."  Casper looks at Steph, turns and looks at Justice, then he turns and looks at the mares.  "You got to be kidding me."  Steph reaches through the rail and rubs Casper’s nose. "That’s right, you don't need to collect mares anymore, and Justice is no threat, he is a"  She whispers in Casper’s ear, "a gelding also."  Casper kicks the ground, "Does that mean at meal time I have to share?"  Steph shakes her head, "No meal times are a open game."  Casper nods. Justice nods, "Can I get a hat for the parade."  Steph turns to Justice "Where did you hear about the hats?", Justice walks up, "Its all over the ranch, aunties, and others are buying hats for us for the parade."  Steph nods, "Well we will have to see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph turns to leave the turnout, Moo and Truffles have wondered off some place, she heads to the back row, Sampson and Bright are in their new pen, one on each side, but seems they are accepting the new accommodations. General is standing quietly, as are Baby and LB, all seems quiet, Steph walks past the newest turnout, Charity is still off to one side but the others are grouped at one end, and all are resting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph heads up to the Football Field, under the light of the nearly full moon and with the aid of her Mag-Lite 2200, she sees one small white flower, something the tractors had missed.  She reaches down and picks the little flower, it can't more than a half an inch across, but it has red and blue lines running around the edges, she turns off the flash light and looks at it, seeing it only under the moonlight, "This will do perfectly."  She approaches the Football Field, and goes in, she doesn't normally want to bother the horses, this late at night, but tonight is different.  Most of the horses are standing apart, a few next to each other.  She walks to the middle of the pen, nearly the center, and places the small flower on the ground.  As she stands there, all the horse walk toward her and stop.  Steph lowers her head, and says "Thank you, Simba Marie, for bringing light to our hearts, run free."  Steph turns and walks out of the pen, each horse lowers their head, then watch Steph as she leave the Football Field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph walks over to the Lady's Parlour, as she nears the rail, both Dublin and Jerri, walk up followed by the others.  As Steph puts her hands on the rail, both Dublin and Jerri say, "Thank you."  Steph looks up, Dublin says "Are you crying?"  Steph says, "A little bit."  Dublin reaches over the top rail, and gentle kisses Steph on the top of her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Steph enters the front door, Rob looks over, "Have you been crying,”  Steph responds "Only a little bit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued&lt;br /&gt;Author  Samm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-2177733393860585093?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/2177733393860585093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/2177733393860585093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/05/horses-tale-chapter-45.html' title='A Horse&apos;s Tale, Chapter 45'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-119988197900943447</id><published>2011-05-11T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T06:42:39.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simba Marie</title><content type='html'>It is with a heavy, sad heart that we announce the death of Simba Marie this evening, May 10, 2011, due to a ruptured bowel. She was seen by Dr Adam and given her wings.  She quickly joined the MHR heavenly herd in the sky after receiving the medications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simba Marie came to MHR in 2007, severely under nourished. With love and patience she blossomed into a kind and gentle mare. Everything was fine this morning and she enjoyed her breakfast along with her friends in the Football Field. However, this afternoon she apparently twisted her bowel which led to the rupture. Dr. Adam was quickly called, meds were given per his order and upon his arrival and examination of Simba Marie, he gave her wings. Simba Marie was in her 30s according to Dr Adam. She will always be remembered and loved by us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of Simba Marie, contributions in her memory  would be welcomed. They will go towards the vet bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God speed Simba Marie, you are running free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sql4S-pDULU/TcqR6tPrz8I/AAAAAAAAFpY/D8L3vlSqgEU/s1600/simba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sql4S-pDULU/TcqR6tPrz8I/AAAAAAAAFpY/D8L3vlSqgEU/s200/simba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605453123979825090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-119988197900943447?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/119988197900943447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/119988197900943447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/05/simba-marie.html' title='Simba Marie'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sql4S-pDULU/TcqR6tPrz8I/AAAAAAAAFpY/D8L3vlSqgEU/s72-c/simba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-7121109211256573294</id><published>2011-05-07T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T10:04:10.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 7, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hay everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke with John at Animal House this morning and the price is going up early next week when the hay truck comes with a new supply.  MHR needs about $400 more to complete the squeeze at the lower price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can do this,  I know.  Any amount will help. You may call Animal House directly at 775-751-1777 and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be sure to ask for John&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you prefer, you may paypal MHR directly, &lt;a href="http://www.miraclehorse.com/donate.htm"&gt;MHR&amp;amp;S Donate page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our "hay derby" race. Any amount is very welcome. $400 is the goal and we are at the starting gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Bev&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-7121109211256573294?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/7121109211256573294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/7121109211256573294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-7-2011.html' title='May 7, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-6249452928051402064</id><published>2011-05-06T13:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T13:12:21.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 5, 2011 continued</title><content type='html'>Here is another brief glimpse of changes taking place.  Again, this has been done now over three days, and this includes working on little tractor to get running.  Rob and I have been doing the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NaztPR9xs1I/TcRUnFand6I/AAAAAAAAFpQ/QmhbR0dkKNM/s1600/002-129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NaztPR9xs1I/TcRUnFand6I/AAAAAAAAFpQ/QmhbR0dkKNM/s200/002-129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603696866801186722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oj2CJku2PF0/TcRUm00Br_I/AAAAAAAAFpI/0YLj1FgevgE/s1600/005-88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oj2CJku2PF0/TcRUm00Br_I/AAAAAAAAFpI/0YLj1FgevgE/s200/005-88.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603696862344359922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Left to Right...Misty, Emmett, CB and Honey (Misty and Emmett QH's and CB and Honey both OTTB's) and a lone Salt Cedar tree/bush (allergies anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P0dNVZBSAXc/TcRUmWftoHI/AAAAAAAAFo4/_nYE0jTZy0U/s1600/008-72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P0dNVZBSAXc/TcRUmWftoHI/AAAAAAAAFo4/_nYE0jTZy0U/s200/008-72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603696854206095474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 'Mango'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wAeUMDWBSYk/TcRUmFYKpRI/AAAAAAAAFow/-6AJe4YUf0o/s1600/009-70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wAeUMDWBSYk/TcRUmFYKpRI/AAAAAAAAFow/-6AJe4YUf0o/s200/009-70.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603696849611040018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the steering wheel that raises and lowers the grates on the BBQ that Rob built.  Notice the Cue Ball to hang onto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOQklTTuNgA/TcRUX1tDx_I/AAAAAAAAFoo/O8AaW39ukoQ/s1600/010-62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NOQklTTuNgA/TcRUX1tDx_I/AAAAAAAAFoo/O8AaW39ukoQ/s200/010-62.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603696604885534706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid216.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fcc166%2FMiraclehorserescue01%2F001-128.mp4"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-6249452928051402064?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/6249452928051402064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/6249452928051402064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-5-2011-continued.html' title='May 5, 2011 continued'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NaztPR9xs1I/TcRUnFand6I/AAAAAAAAFpQ/QmhbR0dkKNM/s72-c/002-129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-8424684390784452906</id><published>2011-05-06T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T12:56:41.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 5, 2011</title><content type='html'>Hi There!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope that the following will clarify the placement in the project areas.  Everyone already knows which horses are in the the FB and the LP.  We are attempting to name the new areas as well.  The new area on the East Side will house the following:  CB, Misty, Emmett, Honey, Ginger and Charity(quiet group).  This area needs a classy name.  The new area to the South of of the Rp, houses Justice, Casper, Blondie, Violette(My personal horse) and Annie.  (This area needs a name as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are only going to be a few stalls, and they will house the following horses as they do not have the ability both physical and mental capacity to go in with others and their ages prevent it. They already have large stalls, but they will be given even larger ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, LB, General, Brassy, Old Man, and Ruby, Sampson &amp;amp; Bright (they will house together) as they are buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electra will be living in the Maternity Stall, as she is going to be undergoing a redo on her Hernia Surgery on the 16th of this Month.  Her body rejected materials that were utilized in the first surgery.  She is in zero pain, and HAS been seen by the vet.  Desert Pines Equine Center will be performing the surgery again, and are being wonderful about all of this.  It is unfortunate that her body rejected the materials, but this can happen to animals as well as humans.  So for the time being she will be going between the rp and the maternity wing.  However, post op she will be in Doc Wilburs Maternity Wing, until further notice from our Veterinarians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this new layout, flies will be at a minimum...which is wonderful.  With any livestock there is a matter of flies.  Even with the chickens, but they are quick and grab the flies. So it is beneficial for the horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with all the changes taking place at the facility, we will be giving you little previews, but once ALL is completed then we will have the video to show it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would like to thank everyone for your support and patience.  Rome was not built in a day and this last year has been filled with family members undergoing surgeries, and illnesses including myself, and just everyday life  and on top of everything else our daughter being deployed on the USS Carl Vinson (GOD BLESS OUR TROOPS) and the worries of how this has affected our grandchildren.  But, many of these changes are taking place from sun up to sun down, with two of us doing the work, it is not a face pace move but it is being accomplished. Once again, thank you ever so much, for everything and if you wish to donate to our ongoing need for hay, you may visit our website, blog and click on the DONATE icon.  Your support DOES, HAS and WILL make a difference in the lives of the horses at Miracle Horse Rescue &amp;amp; Sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-8424684390784452906?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/8424684390784452906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/8424684390784452906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-5-2011.html' title='May 5, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-5278098462899041242</id><published>2011-05-06T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T12:50:34.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 4, 2011</title><content type='html'>Major changes are taking place at our facility so we are giving little glimpses of some of the progress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lDPe1dTe7o8/TcRQHGNPamI/AAAAAAAAFog/Mwj9Y3-xM74/s1600/025-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-72Eh9RYIok4/TcRP7-vsARI/AAAAAAAAFn4/P3ml_vw0_yY/s200/010-61.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603691728229630226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ed--lSpcQQQ/TcRP7v4kFnI/AAAAAAAAFnw/nPmyw58nJV0/s1600/009-69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ed--lSpcQQQ/TcRP7v4kFnI/AAAAAAAAFnw/nPmyw58nJV0/s200/009-69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603691724240328306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid216.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fcc166%2FMiraclehorserescue01%2F014-44.mp4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid216.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fcc166%2FMiraclehorserescue01%2F013-56.mp4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid216.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fcc166%2FMiraclehorserescue01%2F027-16.mp4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid216.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fcc166%2FMiraclehorserescue01%2F015-41.mp4"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-5278098462899041242?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/5278098462899041242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/5278098462899041242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-4-2011.html' title='May 4, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lDPe1dTe7o8/TcRQHGNPamI/AAAAAAAAFog/Mwj9Y3-xM74/s72-c/025-18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-6771661186616851490</id><published>2011-05-06T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T11:31:19.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 2, 2011</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was spent working on various projects, building a new turnout area, grading the property, hay delivery, grooming horses.  It was just a fabulous day to be outdoors.  We had zero wind, which was wonderful so it was a prime opportunity to begin prep work on future projects, and just being outdoors with the horses.  Here are a few photos for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fDLhXettXTE/TcQ8yPksFII/AAAAAAAAFng/Hb5WUOHhBx0/s1600/021-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fDLhXettXTE/TcQ8yPksFII/AAAAAAAAFng/Hb5WUOHhBx0/s200/021-29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603670670227281026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rVv1j-w5JaU/TcQ8xyOMF4I/AAAAAAAAFnY/_f2p8hxWrLs/s1600/020-33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rVv1j-w5JaU/TcQ8xyOMF4I/AAAAAAAAFnY/_f2p8hxWrLs/s200/020-33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603670662348281730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aoz9kB5tOn0/TcQ8xwAIKJI/AAAAAAAAFnQ/-MC298nfTk4/s1600/019-33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aoz9kB5tOn0/TcQ8xwAIKJI/AAAAAAAAFnQ/-MC298nfTk4/s200/019-33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603670661752432786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ginger (front) next to her is Annie and Justice is in background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mneKh0UvyLI/TcQ8xl7ibRI/AAAAAAAAFnI/-iEaZQ3CdVo/s1600/012-56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mneKh0UvyLI/TcQ8xl7ibRI/AAAAAAAAFnI/-iEaZQ3CdVo/s200/012-56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603670659048828178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Casper (left) and Baby (28 yr old qtr horse.  She came to MHR at the age  of 22 with her mother.  She had never been around another horse besides  her mom until her arrival MHR.  Her mom was with us for two yrs and  crossed the bridge at the age of 34.  Baby never had much done with  her.  The only thing she knew was leading, but did not understand your  space, my space concept.  She now knows how to lead, give feet, and of  course loves a good grooming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9zcG-oNxbYA/TcQ8xS4v7HI/AAAAAAAAFnA/16x_beQQX-k/s1600/008-71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9zcG-oNxbYA/TcQ8xS4v7HI/AAAAAAAAFnA/16x_beQQX-k/s200/008-71.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603670653936856178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Casper (front) and my personal horse Violette visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid216.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fcc166%2FMiraclehorserescue01%2F027-15.mp4"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-6771661186616851490?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/6771661186616851490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/6771661186616851490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-2-2011.html' title='May 2, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fDLhXettXTE/TcQ8yPksFII/AAAAAAAAFng/Hb5WUOHhBx0/s72-c/021-29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-4368901310266674745</id><published>2011-05-06T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T11:10:10.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 44</title><content type='html'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 44, Sink of Mayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph turns off the TV, stands up, "Rob I am going to check on the horse's", Rob nods, as he heads to the bedroom. Steph looks around at the dogs, to see if any of them want to join her, 'Hmmm, doesn't look hopeful.' and heads out the door.  A quick look at Ginger in the Maternity Ward, she heads to the Lady's Parlour.  Dublin must be on the other side of the pen, since 'B' and Spirit are on the near end.  "Good evening."  Spirit look at Steph "Good Evening."  Steph looks around, "Where is Jonah?"  'B' looks over her shoulder, and looks back to Steph "Oh, he is out on a mission." Steph nods, "Do you know what his mission is?"  'B' shakes her head.  Steph asks "Who knows about his mission."  Both 'B' and Spirit look back at Dublin.  Steph yells out "Dublin come here please."  As Dublin heads to Steph, 'B' and Spirit head in different directions to clear a way for Dublin.  Dublin gives them both a look and stops in front of Steph.  Steph says, "Good evening, I understand that Jonah is on a mission."  Dublin nods, "Yes, gave him a mission so we can celebrate tomorrow." Steph thinks for awhile, "What are you celebrating?"  Dublin looks at her, "It is an old horse tradition to celebrate our Mexican heritage. Did you know that the Spanish brought horses back to this land. It was a long time ago." Steph says, "Yes it was long ago.  So what is Jonah's mission?"  Dublin looks around making sure no horses are listening, "He is looking for a pumpernickel."  Steph looks at him, "A what?"  Dublin says "Its a P something, its been a long time since we had one.  Its filled with treats, and its fun to break for the younger horses." Steph thinks a bit, "Oh, you mean a piñata."  Dublin nods "Yes that is it."  Steph smiles "So where is Jonah?"  Dublin, looks around, "I don't know for sure, he is around some place."       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph turns to the Football Field and looks around nothing out of the normal.  She heads to the back of the ranch keeping her eyes open for Jonah, the back row is quiet, the RP is quiet, Electra and Bright are standing next to each other, both sound asleep, the new turn out seems quiet, but Justice keeps looking at Casper, 'Guess still a few problems between them.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no sign of Jonah, she turns to return to the house, and spots a horse on the patio, as she get closer, she recognizes Jonah. 'Wonder what is going on?' As she approaches the patio, and Jonah is standing looking in the door.  "Jonah what are  you doing?" Jonah looks over his shoulder at Steph "Waiting for Rob person."  Steph looks through the door and doesn't see Rob.  "What are you waiting for?"  Jonah says, "He is making a pumpernickel for me."  Steph nods, "I think you mean a piñata."  Jonah looks back inside, "Oh, I hope he knows what I meant. There is probably a difference between a pumpernickel and a piñata."  As both Steph and Jonah are looking inside, Rob leaves the kitchen, carrying a brown paper bag, appears he has used a few markers to color it a bit.  Steph says, "What you got there?"  As Rob finishes tying a string to the top of the bag he says, "Ahhh, its a pumpernickel."  Jonah says "Steph person says I need a piñata."  Rob nods, "its the same thing, both have treats and you break them open."  Jonah smiles as he takes the bag from Rob.  He turns and heads back to the Lady's Parlour.  As Jonah heads out, Rob yells after him, "Happy Sink of Mayo"  Steph looks at him, "Sink of what?"  Rob says, "That is what he called their celebration."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rob you are such a softy" and pats him on the shoulder as she passes.  "Hey I thought I came up with the right thing once Jonah explained what he needed."   Steph closes the door, "Rob you did wonderful."  Lets go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.&lt;br /&gt;Author Samm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-4368901310266674745?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/4368901310266674745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/4368901310266674745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/05/horses-tale-chapter-44.html' title='A Horse&apos;s Tale, Chapter 44'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-1023876046379571139</id><published>2011-04-29T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T10:26:47.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday, Misty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PvtT_vPumgk/TbrzvQUkX1I/AAAAAAAAFmw/lWDo8FIw-bw/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PvtT_vPumgk/TbrzvQUkX1I/AAAAAAAAFmw/lWDo8FIw-bw/s200/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601057079749271378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today represents many many things to all of us....there is Barbaro who brought all the FOBs together and made them aware of Laminitis, Horse Slaughter, Rescue and formulated many many long term friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at Miracle Horse Rescue and Sanctuary we celebrate the life of Misty who was rescued by long time FOBs in 2006.  She was in foal, and they personally selected her.  She is 31 years old this day and is doing wonderfully.  Shortly after her 27th birthday she gave birth to Spirit.  He is now 4 yrs old and has 10 very special FOB moms.  But Misty is a remarkable mare, sweet and kind.  She is a permanent resident at MHR, and will remain as such unless one of the original FOBs who rescued her wanted to provide her with a home, love and care for the remainder of her life.  She has been a joy in our lives as all of our horses are. She will receive a special treat today, of green top carrits, baby carrits and apples to celebrate her day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L3TllodKG58/TbrzvFH7SEI/AAAAAAAAFmo/nLnzVDUbDzc/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L3TllodKG58/TbrzvFH7SEI/AAAAAAAAFmo/nLnzVDUbDzc/s200/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601057076743456834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B8oKyx3LXnE/TbrzvLxMghI/AAAAAAAAFmg/fvRfDLN9kUY/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B8oKyx3LXnE/TbrzvLxMghI/AAAAAAAAFmg/fvRfDLN9kUY/s200/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601057078527164946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid216.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fcc166%2FMiraclehorserescue01%2F006-90.mp4"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-1023876046379571139?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/1023876046379571139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/1023876046379571139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-misty.html' title='Happy birthday, Misty!'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PvtT_vPumgk/TbrzvQUkX1I/AAAAAAAAFmw/lWDo8FIw-bw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-444140324996113148</id><published>2011-04-27T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T15:22:45.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen Misty's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday, April 29, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You are all invited to share in the birthday celebration for Misty on the 29th of April.   She will be on our cam this day.  She will be 31 yrs old and is a  permanent resident of MHR.  She was rescued by the FOBs in 2006, in  foal.  She gave birth shortly after her 27th birthday to SPIRIT.  She  will be receiving a nice bucket of carrots with green tops, baby  carrots, and cut up apples.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;See you there!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-444140324996113148?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/444140324996113148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/444140324996113148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/queen-mistys-birthday.html' title='Queen Misty&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-3584777112314460234</id><published>2011-04-25T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T19:12:46.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never a dull moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2-KHEzXNwB0/TbYqDAkq9vI/AAAAAAAAFmA/4k-5FQWK7sA/s1600/Chicken%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bkitchen%2B4%2BApril%2B11_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2-KHEzXNwB0/TbYqDAkq9vI/AAAAAAAAFmA/4k-5FQWK7sA/s200/Chicken%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bkitchen%2B4%2BApril%2B11_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599709417863575282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents' kitchen this morning (hint: that isn't a cookie jar on the counter!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-3584777112314460234?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3584777112314460234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3584777112314460234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/never-dull-moment.html' title='Never a dull moment'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2-KHEzXNwB0/TbYqDAkq9vI/AAAAAAAAFmA/4k-5FQWK7sA/s72-c/Chicken%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bkitchen%2B4%2BApril%2B11_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-1169172491208052913</id><published>2011-04-25T18:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:45:51.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2011</title><content type='html'>Casper and Justice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdLlXhkibsU/TbYjWlBKgiI/AAAAAAAAFl4/kWfT44CjwHE/s1600/002-126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdLlXhkibsU/TbYjWlBKgiI/AAAAAAAAFl4/kWfT44CjwHE/s200/002-126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599702057482879522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CHbORkdT8Y8/TbYjRYKG8bI/AAAAAAAAFlw/GsBxLdQgcSI/s1600/005-87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CHbORkdT8Y8/TbYjRYKG8bI/AAAAAAAAFlw/GsBxLdQgcSI/s200/005-87.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599701968131387826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3tWeQmHDrNc/TbYjQ0A7nwI/AAAAAAAAFlo/5wAux1lZtxk/s1600/006-89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3tWeQmHDrNc/TbYjQ0A7nwI/AAAAAAAAFlo/5wAux1lZtxk/s200/006-89.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599701958429220610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fDueTtbasGE/TbYjQQbfgdI/AAAAAAAAFlg/tAt73lUsLyc/s1600/008-70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fDueTtbasGE/TbYjQQbfgdI/AAAAAAAAFlg/tAt73lUsLyc/s200/008-70.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599701948876947922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uhp0OgOH3lM/TbYjP-U-v3I/AAAAAAAAFlY/rwCF6Z1NNMI/s1600/010-60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uhp0OgOH3lM/TbYjP-U-v3I/AAAAAAAAFlY/rwCF6Z1NNMI/s200/010-60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599701944017796978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Levi and JD, horsing around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mPbtaZ1W12o/TbYjPYfFwBI/AAAAAAAAFlQ/kBGl-0UwD8M/s1600/021-28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mPbtaZ1W12o/TbYjPYfFwBI/AAAAAAAAFlQ/kBGl-0UwD8M/s200/021-28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599701933859651602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-1169172491208052913?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/1169172491208052913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/1169172491208052913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-2011.html' title='Easter 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kdLlXhkibsU/TbYjWlBKgiI/AAAAAAAAFl4/kWfT44CjwHE/s72-c/002-126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-4239780820783021630</id><published>2011-04-25T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:36:56.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 43</title><content type='html'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 43, Jelly Beans and Eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph wakes up, looks about, Rob appears to be awake away ahead of her, she smells coffee, Steph gets up, and heads to the front of the house.  Rob is standing by the door, looking out, "Steph, there are Jelly beans and Eggs all over the place."  Steph walks up and looks over Rob's shoulder, "I guess the horses did their thing last night."  Rob nods, "I guess the dogs will have plenty of treats today.  Steph says, "Let me do a walk around."  Steph heads out side, and looks around, she see's a row of Jelly Beans leading from the Lady's Parlour, down south past Annies pen.  "Hmmm, seems like I should check out the Lady's Parlour."  As she gets closer, the pen is a mess, holes everywhere, broken colored eggs, Jelly Beans, and a few Wal-Mart bags in taters.  "Hey Dublin, whats been going on?"  Dublin looks up from his personal Wal-Mart bag, or should I say basket, "Ahhh, tis easter, the day the horses celibrate Spring and other things." Steph nods, "But why some many holes around the pen?"  Dublin looks around, "Ahh, this year we decided to bury some of the treats and Jelly Beans, and it seems some of the easter baskets had holes in them, so we have jelly beans everywhere."  Steph looks around, "yep, you have a mess here. You need to clean up the remains, we have people comming over for dinner today, don't need Jelly Beans everywhere."  Dublin nods, "I think most of the Jelly Beans will be gone before Breakfast hay is done. Don't know about the colored eggs, we don't like to eat them, they are pretty but not better then Jelly beans or hay." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph nods, and turns back to the house, but she stops, and turns back to Dublin, "Did all the horses get treats?"  Dublin nods, "Well Everyone except Sampson, and Ruby, they only wanted the carrots. But they did have a good time searching."  Steph nods again to Dublin, "Thanks Dublin, you did a great job."  Dublin smiles and reaches out for a few of his Jelly Beans laying on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph walks past the Football Field, and the back row, then past the Round Pens, and for some reason even at this early hour, Casper and Justice are running about, part chase and part stop and fight.  "What are you to guys doing this early in the morning?"  Both Casper and Justice come to stop and look at Steph, and at the same time, say, "He's got all the Jelly Beans, He's got all the colored rocks."  Steph raises her hand, "Wait, Wait, you guys are supposed to share." They both approach the railing, "SHARE!", Steph says, "Yes, share. You both know what that means."  Casper and Justice look directly at Steph, "Ahh, No."  Steph shakes her head, "Ok, you guys continue to run about, while the others are enjoying their treats.",  Both Casper and Justice reply, "Hey wait we want treats."  Steph replies, "Well stop fighting over what you got, its not like hay at dinner time, these are special treats, that each of you found during the hunt."  Casper looks at Justice, "Yeah know that makes sense."  Justice nods, "You are right, I had two black Jelly Beans and the really purple eggs."  Casper nods, "I had two yellow Jelly beans, and and that stripped egg over there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph turns to walk back to the house, stops again, and again turns back to the two horses, as they push different treats back and forth to each other.  "Justice how did the Bunny Ears work out?", Justice stops and runs to the other side of the pen, picks up something and returns. "They were great, they fit perfect, but they were a bit more pink then I normally would like, but everyone thought they were great."  Steph takes the ears from Justice and says, "Rob will want his socks back, it was a big worry for him, he may not notice the color."  Steph takes the socks and removes them from the modified coat hanger and puts them in the pocket of her robe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she gets back to the house, Bruno and Truffles are standing on the patio, Bruno looks at Steph, "There are Jelly Beans and Eggs all over."  Steph looks at them both, "Well it seems that some of the Wal-Mart, Ahh, Baskets may have had a few holes in them."  Bruno looks at Truffles, "See I told you to be careful, now we got Jelly Beans and Eggs are over the place."  Steph looks at them both, "You tried your best and the horses are happy so everything is fine."  Bruno looks up, "Can we have the Jelly Beans."  Steph look around, "Yes we need to clean up the place." As soon as she finished, Moo runs out the doggy door, "Jelly Beans" and starts to find all she can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph enters the house, Rob hands her a cup of coffee, "How are the horses?"  Steph takes a sip of the coffee, "They are great, appears they had a fine time last night."  Rob Smiles, and settles in to his chair to watch the morning news.  Steph sits down on the couch, 'I wonder how you get pink out of a pair of tube socks?'  "Oh, Happy Easter."  Rob looks over, "You too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Samm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-4239780820783021630?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/4239780820783021630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/4239780820783021630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/horses-tale-chapter-43.html' title='A Horse&apos;s Tale, Chapter 43'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-8962416367347496368</id><published>2011-04-25T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:34:38.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A message to all</title><content type='html'>To All:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MHR has been in operation for 10 yrs.  We would like to thank everyone for their support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vast majority of our horses are well up in age, with various disabilities precluding them from being adopted.  It takes a very special person to take on a horse with special needs and who may just want a pet.  So with that said, they will live the remainder of their lives with us.  All of their needs are met from feed to vet care.  We do receive support from other sources outside of ABR, but it does take a great deal to maintain the horses and facility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that are reading on ABR and  if you are so inclined to participate in our fundraisers or would just like to make a donation it is truly appreciated.  Your donations are tax deductible.  We also invite you to our chat and to watch our cam, which has been up since 2007 during the births of Baby B and Spirit and four other births of rescued PMU mares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presently we have our Easter Fundraiser going on, and if you like you can donate to that.  If you feel more comfortable, please feel free to contact either Shadow Mountain Feed at 775-727-5527 and you can have your donation placed on the MHR account, just speak to Patty Cross (owner) or you may contact John at Animal House, 775-751-1777 and place on MHR account.  They will be happy to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to our supporters for the last ten years in our efforts to help horses in need.  Presently, we are not taking in any other horses, due to the economy and the price of hay in our area.  Hay is running from $15.00-19.00 per bale.   By all means, please feel free to confirm pricing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again Many Thanks to our Angels on Earth and their love of horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-8962416367347496368?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/8962416367347496368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/8962416367347496368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/message-to-all.html' title='A message to all'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-7347912774931348944</id><published>2011-04-25T18:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:33:25.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coopa Cabana</title><content type='html'>Tob has built on to the coop for the silkies and frizzles. All done from scrap material!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xS0PPr8vjgI/TbYgo0IQprI/AAAAAAAAFlI/NUTq6da7joE/s1600/006-87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xS0PPr8vjgI/TbYgo0IQprI/AAAAAAAAFlI/NUTq6da7joE/s200/006-87.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599699072241936050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yCYHzKWrsGw/TbYgopEWnXI/AAAAAAAAFlA/oj5TbuxZ2wc/s1600/004-97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yCYHzKWrsGw/TbYgopEWnXI/AAAAAAAAFlA/oj5TbuxZ2wc/s200/004-97.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599699069272759666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GXdJZuUYzfo/TbYgorh4_VI/AAAAAAAAFk4/iLdGWaRierw/s1600/002-125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GXdJZuUYzfo/TbYgorh4_VI/AAAAAAAAFk4/iLdGWaRierw/s200/002-125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599699069933518162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-7347912774931348944?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/7347912774931348944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/7347912774931348944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/coopa-cabana.html' title='Coopa Cabana'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xS0PPr8vjgI/TbYgo0IQprI/AAAAAAAAFlI/NUTq6da7joE/s72-c/006-87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-2471614403870121018</id><published>2011-04-25T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:28:19.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 42</title><content type='html'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 42, Steph have you seen my socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph rubs her back a bit, it still hurts, but the work on the condo for the new peeps is done and she is glad about that. Nothing exciting on the TV, she turns to Rob, he is sound asleep in his chair, she looks around all the dogs are asleep, 'Well we got a really fun group tonight.' she gets up and heads for the door, the weather has warmed up enough as to not need a jacket or even a robe.  She walks towards the Lady's Parlour, she looks up, 'Ahh the moon is nearly full, its beautiful.'  She gets to the Lady's Parlour, all appears quiet, Jonah and Spirit walk over to the railing, Steph asks "How are you to tonight?"  Jonah is first to answer, "We are all fine."  Spirit nods, but continues, "Except 'B'"  Steph looks around 'B' is standing at the far side of the pen, "What is wrong with 'B'?"  Spirit continues, "She is all excited, I think she has hives."  Steph look back at 'B' then back to Spirit "Hives?" Spirit nods "Yes, Bee Hives." Steph asks "What are you talking about, I have never known 'B' to get excited about anything."  Both Jonah and Spirit give her a look 'Where have you been.'  Spirit tries to explain, "Well me try and explain it.  Fred, you know Fred right?  Well she said that when a horse gets excited its like having a Bee,  ahhh, " He looks to Jonah, "What did she say?"  Jonah thinks a bit, "A Bee in her bonnet."  Spirit nods, "Right a Bee in her bonnet, so we figure she has Bee hives." Steph nods as if she understands what is going on, she doesn't but she nods anyways.  "So what is she so excited about?"  Spirit says "Fourth Moon of the year, Start of sping."  Steph looks up, "You mean the full moon?"  spirit nods, and looks up, "Yes, 'B' is excited about the hunt for eggs, and treats and all the activities."  Steph replies, "Ahh, yes, well enjoy your activities."  she turns and walks to the Football Field, well all is quiet here, in fact, everyone is sound asleep, some standing, some on the ground.  'That is the way I like to see it.'  She continues to the back row, all it quiet, she continues to the Round Pens, all appear quiet.  As she passes, Casper and Justice, they are both standing quietly.  Steph smiles and continues back to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she nears the house she hears a whistle, she stops and turns around, 'Wonder where did that came from?' she hears it again, it sounded close, she walks back toward the Round Pens, she stops, she looks around none of the horses/mules are moving.  'Well it most be coming from down south some place,'  She hears it again, this time she looks toward Casper and Justice, and Justice the motioning with his head.  She walks over to the pen.  Casper and Justice walk over to the railing, Steph asks "Was you guys whistling?" Justice looks at her, "What do you mean?"  Steph replies, "Whistling, a sound you make."  Justice nods, "We are horses, Whinny, Neigh, Nicker, and blow, no whistle."  steph reaches up and scratches her head, ok."  She turns and starts back to the house.  Justice says, "But since you are here, I still need some bunny ears for tomorrow night."  Steph stops, "I am sorry, I forgot, I will make them in the morning."  Justice asks "Do you want me to make a you a list?"  Steph shakes her head, "I will make a note when I get back to the house."  Justice nods, "Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph continues back to the house.  Justice looks at Casper, "That whistle thing is pretty neat, where did you learn that?" Casper smiles "At my last home, the people used to call the dogs by whistling, so I learn how to do it, just to mess with the dogs."  Both of them smile, Justice says, "You need to teach me how to do that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Steph gets back inside she looks around, appears Rob has gone to bed, and the dogs haven't moved.  'I need to make myself a note."  She picks up the pad of sticky notes and writes 'bunny ears', and sticks it to her coffee cup, turns the lights off, and heads back to the bedroom, 'Bunny Ears, Bunny Ears... hmmmm'  She looks around 'ahh, those might do, ahh, good and maybe a coat hanger.'  She picks up a couple of things off the floor, and reaches into the closet and grabs a hanger, she walks back into kitchen, and opens a drawer and puts the items inside.  'I think these will work fine.'  She smiles and heads back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob is up first, he does his morning routine, "Steph, Steph, have you seen my socks?  I left them right here." Steph rolls over "What are you talking about?" Rob looks around, "My socks, My Favorite socks they are gone. I left them right here."  Steph sits up, "Well the dogs may have gotten them."  Rob shakes his head, "They were my favorite socks."  Steph points to the dresser, "Well get another pair, you have plenty."  Rob kicks the floor, and turns to get another pair of socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Samm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-2471614403870121018?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/2471614403870121018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/2471614403870121018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/horses-tale-chapter-42.html' title='A Horse&apos;s Tale, Chapter 42'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-5787919193509791256</id><published>2011-04-25T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:25:59.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie Janda</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Katie Janda, the very first volunteer that MHR ever had, and very  very close friends with my parents was met on the other side of the  bridge by Gizmo (her all time favorite horse of MHR) and all the animals  she loved and lost this afternoon.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We are all still in shock, but we know that Katie is no longer in  pain, and where she wants to be.  Her wish is that her ashes be spread  with her animals ashes in the peaceful mountains surrounding our  valley.  May she be welcomed with open arms into her new life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bless you Katie for all your work on earth for the animals, we will never forget you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Stephanie and Rob&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-5787919193509791256?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/5787919193509791256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/5787919193509791256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/katie-janda.html' title='Katie Janda'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-4671206685364603475</id><published>2011-04-25T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:24:16.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 41</title><content type='html'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 41, Oh, My, I need four dozen eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob says, "I am about ready to leave do you need anything?"  Steph thinks a bit, "No, I am just going to dye some eggs for the Grandkids."  Rob nods, "Remember you promised to dye some eggs for the horses."  Steph turns, "Oh, My, I need four dozen eggs."  Rob smiles, he just loves to throw a monkey wrench into the works. "Well I need to go to work see you late this afternoon."  Steph says "Rob?"  Rob turns to the door, "Have to get going, talk to you later." and leaves the house. Steph turns to the seven or eight eggs on the counter, "Well these are for the Grandkids. Guess a trip to the store is needed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well with the first batch of eggs boiled, dried and colored, one task down, Steph grabs her purse, phone, and car keys and heads off to the store. 'Why did a promise to do eggs for the horses, they have been doing their own for years, lifetimes, ahhh forever, well not really eggs, but rocks, but its the same thing, I got them jelly beans and carrots, and the team has gotten them treats, and heck the dogs have collected Wal-Mart bags for them so they can have easter baskets.  I think I am doing to much for them, they can dye the eggs themselves.  Yeap that will work. Ahhh, no that won't work, they will end up with red, and blue and purple lips.'  Having missed the turn into the store, Steph turns around, "Ok, I need to concentrate."  Gathering her wits about her she heads into the store, a dozen or so minutes later she is done, and carries out five bags and two medium Easter Baskets for the Grandkids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Steph gets into the house she puts the bags on the table and sets the two Easter Baskets to the side, she pulls out some of that fake plastic grass for the baskets, oh, some candy eggs, and a couple of chocolate eggs for each basket, and the cutest little bunny ears two of them, and lets see a head of lettuce, two boxes of Special K, one box of those elbow macaroni pasta things, and ... "Well poop, forgot the eggs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nearly five by the time Rob gets back home, he comes in the house, hangs his jacket up, "Hey Steph you home?" Steph yells from the kitchen, "Yeah, I am in here."  Rob walks into the kitchen, "So what is for dinner?"  Steph turns, "Dinner, I am still working on colored eggs."  Rob looks around, some eggs are in a pot of water, several bowls of different colors are sitting round the kitchen, and several piles of colored eggs are sitting around.  Rob says, "Seems like this has turned in to a pretty big project."  Steph continues dipping eggs "Well I had a couple of set backs."  Rob very quietly turns and head back to clean up, knowing that if says anymore it will turn in to tears and a really long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 9 pm or so, Steph heads out of the house with four cartons of eggs, she stops, "Bruno, were you able to get all the plastic, ahh Baskets for the horses?"  Bruno looks up "Yes did, they have them, they said they will deliver our treats later tonight."  Steph smiles "Good." 'seems like he did better then I did'  Steph leaves the house and heads back toward the round pens, she checks on Annie, Annie glances up as Steph passes by, as she gets closer to the right Round Pen, both Justice and Casper look at her, Justice rears up a bit, and heads for the railing, "Did you get them, Did you get them?"  Steph feeling a bit better then she did during the middle of the afternoon, "Them what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice looks up, "Ahh, them eggs."  Steph nods, "Yes I did, here look."  Steph opens up one of the cartons revealing a dozen eggs all in different colors.  Solid colors, some mixed, and even some some with sparkles.  Justice looks and his lower lip drops down, Casper looks over Justice's shoulder, "They are wonderful, more colorful then the rocks we found."  Justice nods, "I have never seen anything like them, not even in picture books."  Steph smiles, "I am glad you like them, they are very fragile, you will have to be careful then placing them, not like rocks. But I made a few extra."  Justice runs back to the other side of the pen digs around a bit, and picks up something and runs back, "Here put them in here."  He hands two Wal-Mart bags to Steph, She puts two dozen eggs in each bag and hands the bags back to Justice. Justice very carefully carries the bags back to their hiding spot and returns, "Thank you, you have been very kind in help us out, we have everything we need now."  Steph smiles and rubs Justice's nose, and turns back to the house.  As she leaves Casper nudges Justice and very quietly says "What about the Bunny Ears?"  Justice looks at Casper, then back to Steph, and yells out "What about the Bunny Ears?"  Every horse within ear shot looks at Justice, "Ahh, still need the Bunny Ears."  Steph turns back for a moment, "I will get them tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What am I going to do for Bunny Ears for a horse, not even Wal-Mart has bunny ears big enought for a horse. Dang, I guess I will have to be creative.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author  Samm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-4671206685364603475?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/4671206685364603475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/4671206685364603475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/horses-tale-chapter-41.html' title='A Horse&apos;s Tale, Chapter 41'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-4796364434958839990</id><published>2011-04-25T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:20:44.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby B is 4 years old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gF3Q-vIftbs/TbYd0F2B3FI/AAAAAAAAFkw/FR-jw6zMlYc/s1600/BobbysLilAngel3wksoneday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gF3Q-vIftbs/TbYd0F2B3FI/AAAAAAAAFkw/FR-jw6zMlYc/s200/BobbysLilAngel3wksoneday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599695967440985170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is truly amazing the time has flown by.  The trials and tribulations, the happy and sad moments we have shared together.  The friendships we have formed all simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is the first baby, at four years old and getting ready for training. She is a beautiful horse, with a good mind who has known nothing but love and care.  Never has she gone a day feeling hungry,  without water or the gentle touch of a human hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call us silly for marking this milestone for this special horse...it's okay.  She has made a difference in so many lives....and she is one of the lucky ones, due to the caring people who helped her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Baby B!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-4796364434958839990?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/4796364434958839990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/4796364434958839990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/baby-b-is-4-years-old.html' title='Baby B is 4 years old'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gF3Q-vIftbs/TbYd0F2B3FI/AAAAAAAAFkw/FR-jw6zMlYc/s72-c/BobbysLilAngel3wksoneday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-393385369742249016</id><published>2011-04-25T18:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:16:25.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees for MHR</title><content type='html'>The gifts that keep on giving, the trees are beautiful.  Apple blossoms are beautiful as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P5TCPRKhsXw/TbYb3_VYpNI/AAAAAAAAFko/sdoa-62sSY8/s1600/007-73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P5TCPRKhsXw/TbYb3_VYpNI/AAAAAAAAFko/sdoa-62sSY8/s200/007-73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599693835389674706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bv2jncEX7KY/TbYbyxs5zWI/AAAAAAAAFkg/Qk-GhJ4ygwY/s1600/006-85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bv2jncEX7KY/TbYbyxs5zWI/AAAAAAAAFkg/Qk-GhJ4ygwY/s200/006-85.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599693745830874466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMjDbTzF0-s/TbYbygkhiaI/AAAAAAAAFkY/JFoKb41w6pI/s1600/003-108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMjDbTzF0-s/TbYbygkhiaI/AAAAAAAAFkY/JFoKb41w6pI/s200/003-108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599693741232327074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5dwyB9odH7A/TbYbyViujrI/AAAAAAAAFkQ/fSoMLqAUhbE/s1600/004-95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5dwyB9odH7A/TbYbyViujrI/AAAAAAAAFkQ/fSoMLqAUhbE/s200/004-95.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599693738272001714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AqnB_EeYxEo/TbYbydqjapI/AAAAAAAAFkI/S6LcLoBs0Qo/s1600/002-122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AqnB_EeYxEo/TbYbydqjapI/AAAAAAAAFkI/S6LcLoBs0Qo/s200/002-122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599693740452309650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ygArv_Pkm0w/TbYbyKdOggI/AAAAAAAAFkA/aeVXGTnsXNo/s1600/001-123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ygArv_Pkm0w/TbYbyKdOggI/AAAAAAAAFkA/aeVXGTnsXNo/s200/001-123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599693735296139778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who contributed to the purchase of these lovely trees!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-393385369742249016?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/393385369742249016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/393385369742249016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/trees-for-mhr.html' title='Trees for MHR'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P5TCPRKhsXw/TbYb3_VYpNI/AAAAAAAAFko/sdoa-62sSY8/s72-c/007-73.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-1837475423477686846</id><published>2011-04-25T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T18:08:46.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 40</title><content type='html'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 40, The goods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph looks away from the TV, "Rob I am going to go out and give Justice the things he asked for."  Rob nods, "Did you resolve the colored egg issue yet?"  She shakes her head, "Nope, but when ever they plan to do this, we will have to keep the dogs inside, a colored rock or egg are they same to them." Steph gets up and grabs the two Wal-Mart bags off the table, and she heads out.  'I am sure glad that it was warmed up a bit.'  She turns and heads back to the round pens, she checks on Annie as she walks by, all is well, just past Annie's Pen she see Spirit standing out in the open, she walks over pats him on the rump, "What are you doing?"  "Waiting for Apples."  he replies, not taking his gaze off of the two foot tall apple tree.  Steph turns pats him on the rump again, "Keep up the good work."  She walks back to the round pen with Justice and Casper, seems now that they have finished dinner they are playing bite my nose, which they have been doing for nearly a week.  Steph gets to the rail, both of them turn and charge the railing and come to a dusty halt just short of the railing, Justice asked, "Did you get the things on the list?" Steph hands the bags to Justice through the railing, "I got several bags of carrots, and some jelly beans, and some food dye."  Justice sets the bags down, "Thank you."  Steph nods, "How many rocks have you collected?" Justice lowers his head, "ahh, ahh, only three so far, not good."  Steph nods, "well I had an idea, we could color some eggs, instead of rocks." Justice looks up "ahh whats an egg?"  Steph looks back to the chicken coop, "You have seen them, chickens make them, remember when I would bring out the things that looked like rocks out of the coop?"  Justice looks towards the coop. "Ahh, Ahh, nope."  Steph looks back at Justice, "Well I will make some examples to show you."  Justice nods.  Casper pokes Justice, "Ask her about the treats." Justice looks in the Wal-Mart bags "Ahh no treats."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph nods "Well the members of Team MHR are collecting the treats right now, and they are helping buy hay."  Justice nods, he turns to Casper, "See I told ya, she would get the treats."  Casper nods.  Steph looks back to Justice "How are you guys making the baskets?"  Justice looks up, "Not really sure. But from what I understand is its, ahh, well, Let me show you."  He reaches down and picks up one of the Wal-Mart bags and dumps the contents on the ground, he carfully places the bag on the ground and opens it up and very neat rolls the edges back, "kind of like that, then we place the carrots, and jelly beans, and and the treats around the Lady's Parlour, and groups of horses go in and find the the Signs of Spring and brings them back to their baskets."  Steph smiles, "Hmm, why do you need to have colored rocks?"  Justice shakes his head, "ahh, so the horses can find the treats, I think."  Steph nods, "well that makes sense. Ok you guys take care these things, and I will look into the colored eggs and the Team will work on getting the treats ready." Both Casper and Justice nod.  Steph turns and walks back to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she passes, Spirit, "Spirit, it well take two years for the apples to grow."  Spirit looks over his shoulder, "Thats ok, I have nothing to do tonight." Steph nods, "Well be back in your pen in the morning."  Spirit nods, "I will."  Steph contines back to the house.  Steph wonders to herself 'I wonder how long horse's have been doing this? Well if you think about it they didn't have plastic bags in the olden days to use as baskets.  Well I guess they could have used grass and twigs.  ahhh, the the wonders of horsekind.' As she enters the house Rob looks up, "Welcome back, Dublin came by while you were gone."  Steph says "What did he want?"  Rob shakes his head, "Not really sure, he want to get 10 spoons." Steph plops down on the couch, "Spoons?"  Rob says, "Yep, something about an old Mustang tradition, came over with the Spanish or something like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author  Samm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-1837475423477686846?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/1837475423477686846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/1837475423477686846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/horses-tale-chapter-40.html' title='A Horse&apos;s Tale, Chapter 40'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-7522847927249930212</id><published>2011-04-25T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T17:56:43.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 39</title><content type='html'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 39, Oh, No, not another list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Steph and Rob sitting in front of the TV, the normal discussion of what to watch is on-going, but before a final canidate can be picked, a knock on the door.  Rob turns to Steph "Well the calm before the storm didn't last very long."  Steph gets up and heads to the door, steps over a couple of dogs, says to herself 'Yeah watch dogs.' then opens the door.  Justice and Casper are standing there, Justice with what appears to be a clip board, and Casper paying close attention to whats going on, since its his first time bothering Steph and Rob late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice starts off, "haomr wored diddger..." and stops, Steph reached out and takes the clip board out of his mouth.  Justice continues.  "I have a list."  Steph nods, and looks at the clip board and the single peice of paper it holds, "Justice I can 't read this and I am pretty sure that even Sampson couldn't read this."  Justice nods, "I am still working on the writing part of taking notes."  Steph looks at Justice, "Do you remember what is on the list?" Justice replies, "Oh, yes and I brought Casper along to help if I forgets."  Casper nods, and Justice continues "Dublin says we need carrots, and jelly beans, and other treats."  Casper butts in, "Don't forget the food colors."  Justice nods, "oh, yes, we need that to color the rocks for the Easter Egg Hunt. Oh, and Dublin says no Rit Dye, he says that a couple of years ago, several horses ended up with purple lips most of the spring."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph smiles, finally finding out what caused the problem a couple of years ago. "Why are you bringing me this list?" Justice looks toward the Lady's Parlour "Ahhh, cause I was told to.  Dublin, says that since we can't go to Wal-Mart by ourselves any more then he says the Hay Lady, thats you, has to get the horse supplies." Steph nods and reachs out and pats both Justice and Casper on the nose.  "Well I would rather do it, its is safer for you horses, then riding around with Fred in the Bus from the Retirement home."  Justice nods, "I really enjoyed those trips, it was fun."  Casper butts in, "I have never been on the bus, I need to do that, it sounds better then a trip in the horse trailer."  Steph smiles, "It might be but you will have to wait I think for a better time."  steph thinks abit hopeing that Justice or even Casper might know the full details of the plan. "So Justice what is the over all plan?"  Justice thinks a bit, "I am not really sure, I was to young last year to know what was going on, but it may be what Dublin is calling an Easter Egg Hunt, not sure what they are hunting, but I know that who ever finds the most Easter Eggs get a bunch of treats, and the horse carrots."  Rob listening from the comfort of his chair, "They better not be digging holes in the Lady's Parlour, I just graded that, and last year it took two weeks to fill in the holes they made."  Justice nods, "Well I don't know about that, I just have my list."  Steph looks down at the scribling on the paper, "Right, when do you need these things by?"  Justice looks around as if not sure of the answer, "Ahhh, Dublin says by three maybe four days, so they have time to make the baskets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph nods, "I will do my best, been a bit sickly lately, I will do what I can."  Justice nods, "Well check the poop and take some bannanaers, from that I understand."  Justice and Casper turn to leave, the Casper turns and whispers something to Justice.  Justice turns back around, "Oh, I almost forgot, I need some bunny ears, Dublin says they are very important."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph nods, and turns to go back in the house, over her shoulder, "Any thing else?"  Justice shakes his head, "Nope that is about it."  Casper pokes Justice "Ask about the Satelite TV."  Justice thinks it bit, "Oh yes, since it seems the cable TV is out, what about Satelite TV?"  Steph think for a very short time, "I don't think that will happen."  Both Justice and Casper kick the ground, and turn to return to their pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph closes the door, and heads back to the couch and her blanky, Rob says, "Sounds like they are planning another Easter Egg Hunt."  Steph settles in, "Yes it sure does, but I think we need to come up with something better then colored rocks for their baskets."  Rob replies, "Remember, that horses adapt their old tales and history to the modern times, I am sure for years they found brightly colored rocks for the celebrations of the spring."   Steph nods, "How about we color them some eggs this year instead of them coloring rocks."  Rob looks up, "Heck no, A couple of years ago my fingers were purple for weeks."  Steph smiles, "Ok, this time we will use food coloring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author  Samm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-7522847927249930212?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/7522847927249930212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/7522847927249930212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/horses-tale-chapter-39.html' title='A Horse&apos;s Tale, Chapter 39'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-3937839688542476760</id><published>2011-04-09T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T10:24:46.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 38</title><content type='html'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 38, Plastic Bags and Rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph and Rob are all comfy on their couch and chair, watching TV, during a commercial break, Steph turns to Rob, "Have you noticed that the horses have been pretty calm since Annie's arrival, no late night knocks on the door."  Rob turns, "Yeah that is pretty strange, they must be planning something."  Steph sits up, "What do you mean?"  Rob looks over to Steph, "Well think about the time of year."  Steph thinks a bit, "Well its spring time, the trees are budding, its coming up on Easter, but the horses aren't going to celebrate Easter." Rob butts in, "Well not our Easter, but theirs, it’s the start of foiling season."  Steph looks back at Rob, "You know you are right, but what could they be planning?" Rob settles back into his chair, "I have no idea, they are horses, they do some dumb things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph wakes up, rolls over, Rob is sound asleep, she carefully gets up, not sure how they both made it to the bed last night, the last thing Steph remembered was watching some educational show, ahhh, 'Baywatch versus the Swamp loggers' or something like that.  Steph grabs her robe, walks to the front of the house to make some coffee, after she starts the coffee, she looks around at the dogs, all are sound asleep, except for two, seems Truffles and Bruno are missing from the piles of dogs.  "I wonder what they are up to this early in the morning?" As the smell of coffee fills the kitchen, Steph pours a cup, and sits at her desk, and looks out towards Annie in the Maternity Ward, she is messing about sniffing the ground for bits of hay from last night. Then out of nowhere, she see's Bruno run by Annie, in her pen, followed a few paces, well actually a fair distance behind Truffles running as fast as she can.  A moment later, Bruno bursts through the doggy door, and heads right to his bed.  He drops a something on his bed, he lays down very carefully and starts fiddling with looks to be plastic bags.  Truffles finally makes it into the house, she is carrying something but seems to be fighting it more than carrying it, she walks up to Bruno, and drops the remains of a plastic bag by his side.  Bruno looks down and turns to Truffles and says "Dumb dog." and proceeds to bite her on the ear.  Steph sits up, "Bruno, don't bite her."  Bruno looks over to Steph not noticing her before, "She ruined it, it won't work now."  Steph gets up and walks over to Bruno, "Ruined what?"  Bruno, looks up at Steph, "The basket, they need to be perfect."  Steph looks at the pile of plastic bags that Bruno is fiddling with, "Baskets, they are plastic bags."  Bruno looks up again from his work of smoothing out the bags, "I know that, you know that," he looks at Truffles "Most of us know that, but the horses are calling them baskets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph walks back over to the desk, sits down and takes a drink of coffee, "So why are you collecting baskets for the horses?"  Bruno finishes folding the last of the plastic bags he brought in, he stands up picks up the remains of what Truffles brought in and carries it to the trash can, pushes the little lever at the bottom, and drops the remains of the plastic bag in the trash.  He turns to Steph, "Well Dublin asked me to do a mission.  It was to get 179 plastic, ahhh, baskets for the horses, Dublin said a dozen dozen baskets, and that they needed them by the end of the moon."  Steph sits back, "Ahh, you mean by the end of the month?"  Bruno sits down knowing this may turn into a long conversation, "ahh, horses measure time by the moon, you measure time by the month, dogs measure time by what’s on the TV, so its all different."  Steph nods, "Did he tell you why they needed the plastic... ahhh Baskets?"  Bruno thinks awhile, "Nope just said the horses needed them."  Steph nods, "Why are you doing a mission for the horses, seems like a lot of work?"  Bruno starts waggin his tail, "Oh it is, the plastic bags only come by when the wind is blowing, and I have to run the fence line to find them."  Steph nods again, 'yeah, seems like a lot of things blow by in the wind.'  "So how many more do you need to collect?"  Bruno looks back at the stack of plastic bags, "Ahhh, I think maybe 250 or so, considering the help I have."  Again he gives Truffles a strong look, and turns back to Steph, "Oh, they also want some rocks."  Steph looks at him, "Rocks?  Bruno looks at Steph as if she didn't understand, which she didn't "Yes rocks about the size of chicken eggs from what I understand, and colorful.  You know red, green, blue, yellow ones." Steph sits back and takes another drink of coffee, "You know Bruno those might be pretty hard to find around here."  Bruno nods, "I know, but we are looking as best we can. we may have to come up with an alternative."  Steph leans back, "Bruno, why are you doing a mission for the horses, I thought only the horses did missions?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruno looks around at the sleeping dogs, "Well Fred met with Dublin a few days ago, and he asked if we could help out.  And Fred told us, and only me and Truffles agreed to help, well to admit, we were the only dogs awake when Fred came by, but we accepted."  Steph smiles, "Well normally you dogs don't do things, unless a treat is involved, or a lot of barking, so what was the deal?"  Bruno turns and walks very quietly back to his bed, he messes about under his bed for a bit, then drags out a bag, and walks over to Steph, "Beggin Strips, 128 bags if we get it all done."  Steph reaches down and takes the bag, "Yeap the real thing, 128 bags is a  lot."  Bruno nods, "yep I know, but I also know that horse's can't count, so I am hope’n for 8 or 9 one for each of the dogs, except for maybe,"  He looks over his shoulder at Truffles, "But we will work it out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruno takes the bag of Beggin Strips back from Steph and puts it under his bed, "oh oh, the wind is picking up, more baskets, and he and Truffles run for the doggy door.  Steph leans back, takes another sip of coffee just as Rob enters the room, "Is the coffee ready?"  Steph looks up, "Oh yes, it’s ready, and it tastes great.  Oh you were right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob fills his mug up with fresh coffee, "Right about what, I am normally wrong about most things?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued&lt;br /&gt;Author: Samm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-3937839688542476760?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3937839688542476760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3937839688542476760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/horses-tale-chapter-38.html' title='A Horse&apos;s Tale, Chapter 38'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-9034434337408554382</id><published>2011-04-05T17:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T17:32:27.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from AJ and Hope</title><content type='html'>Hi Aunties and Gwammie!!! We just wanted to say hi to everyone who loves MHR and show you some new pics of us. We are doing great.  Big and beautiful and learning a lot - patience , responsibility, trust, and how to behave with a person on your back.....yes, we are both learning that now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Size - Yes, we are BIG! From all angles - especially from the rear!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope and a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eecvsfPbRbc/TZuzaTUG0SI/AAAAAAAAFj4/weB3Z_vFQnU/s1600/hope_friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eecvsfPbRbc/TZuzaTUG0SI/AAAAAAAAFj4/weB3Z_vFQnU/s200/hope_friend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592260626753179938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope getting the bucks out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp2eeG8d0PE/TZuzaALckNI/AAAAAAAAFjw/aDmuU1KQXjY/s1600/hope3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sp2eeG8d0PE/TZuzaALckNI/AAAAAAAAFjw/aDmuU1KQXjY/s200/hope3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592260621616582866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ePsTPyhHgUQ/TZuzZxr0gXI/AAAAAAAAFjo/qIIFB0CaTPo/s1600/hope2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ePsTPyhHgUQ/TZuzZxr0gXI/AAAAAAAAFjo/qIIFB0CaTPo/s200/hope2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592260617725837682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hope towering over big quarterhorses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-amdmjLjHE_E/TZuzZnx5NnI/AAAAAAAAFjg/LR8PL_t4jsc/s1600/hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-amdmjLjHE_E/TZuzZnx5NnI/AAAAAAAAFjg/LR8PL_t4jsc/s200/hope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592260615066957426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AJ vs fjord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WmPT7fIbHD4/TZuzJ0I1dBI/AAAAAAAAFjY/HI_MsBxGuyE/s1600/aj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WmPT7fIbHD4/TZuzJ0I1dBI/AAAAAAAAFjY/HI_MsBxGuyE/s200/aj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592260343506498578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Learning patience...standing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5HGH850JpIY/TZuzJkP7wnI/AAAAAAAAFjQ/Lc0TvifFADM/s1600/aj2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5HGH850JpIY/TZuzJkP7wnI/AAAAAAAAFjQ/Lc0TvifFADM/s200/aj2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592260339241304690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rider Up - First ride without someone hanging to a lead rode....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qAJ_VQ2yDDU/TZuzJVF-XKI/AAAAAAAAFjI/8wuHdtDjb2g/s1600/aj3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qAJ_VQ2yDDU/TZuzJVF-XKI/AAAAAAAAFjI/8wuHdtDjb2g/s200/aj3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592260335173000354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Belgian first trot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P8XIUCq60Hc/TZuzJAia5lI/AAAAAAAAFjA/WV9wD6ICIyU/s1600/aj4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P8XIUCq60Hc/TZuzJAia5lI/AAAAAAAAFjA/WV9wD6ICIyU/s200/aj4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592260329655166546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lub to everyone,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hope, AJ and Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-9034434337408554382?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/9034434337408554382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/9034434337408554382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/greetings-from-aj-and-hope.html' title='Greetings from AJ and Hope'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eecvsfPbRbc/TZuzaTUG0SI/AAAAAAAAFj4/weB3Z_vFQnU/s72-c/hope_friend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-6209467857068313060</id><published>2011-04-05T17:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T17:15:38.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 3, 2011 - Welcome Annie</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, Casper and Dancer were returned a couple of weeks ago due to the fact their family lost their home.  They came back to MHR as per Adoption Contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Dancer went to his new foster home.  He is with Candy, which his new family adopted from MHR after they lost their old gelding Mac. Dancer also is living with another mare and very content. We watched them play for awhile and the three of them settled right in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, we received a request to take on a 10 year old Bay Roan QH Mare who has a misaligned pastern and coffin bone.  We were recommended to this individual by Desert Pine Equine Center. She has recently had corrective shoeing and this is being done with the advice of Dr. G. Lamb, founder and owner of Desert Pine.  We will be contacting DP so Rob can speak to Dr. Lamb and discuss Annie and her needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Annie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iuu2WyLNDPI/TZuv1osoYBI/AAAAAAAAFi4/j6LvuYZ6IRQ/s1600/annie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iuu2WyLNDPI/TZuv1osoYBI/AAAAAAAAFi4/j6LvuYZ6IRQ/s200/annie1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592256698303143954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Fb6bzAFPTY/TZuv1ZPqxpI/AAAAAAAAFiw/LgXuYTqfrVw/s1600/annie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Fb6bzAFPTY/TZuv1ZPqxpI/AAAAAAAAFiw/LgXuYTqfrVw/s200/annie2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592256694155134610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kPoCCd1Kdyo/TZuv1MG7FVI/AAAAAAAAFio/pOAHeCRacLc/s1600/annie3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kPoCCd1Kdyo/TZuv1MG7FVI/AAAAAAAAFio/pOAHeCRacLc/s200/annie3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592256690628793682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-le7UTsSYDAI/TZuv1El5RGI/AAAAAAAAFig/qYAT8tq1lTM/s1600/annie4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-le7UTsSYDAI/TZuv1El5RGI/AAAAAAAAFig/qYAT8tq1lTM/s200/annie4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592256688611214434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-6209467857068313060?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/6209467857068313060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/6209467857068313060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-3-2011-welcome-annie.html' title='April 3, 2011 - Welcome Annie'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iuu2WyLNDPI/TZuv1osoYBI/AAAAAAAAFi4/j6LvuYZ6IRQ/s72-c/annie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-205309301343329113</id><published>2011-04-05T17:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T17:05:17.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith's Apple Tree</title><content type='html'>This is a quick snap of Faith's apple tree planted by the maternity pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cg0KEhae0XE/TZuuDpzno2I/AAAAAAAAFiY/-Y7Q_5dA6EE/s1600/faiths_apple_tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cg0KEhae0XE/TZuuDpzno2I/AAAAAAAAFiY/-Y7Q_5dA6EE/s200/faiths_apple_tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592254740095804258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-205309301343329113?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/205309301343329113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/205309301343329113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/faiths-apple-tree.html' title='Faith&apos;s Apple Tree'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cg0KEhae0XE/TZuuDpzno2I/AAAAAAAAFiY/-Y7Q_5dA6EE/s72-c/faiths_apple_tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-7671412967237915601</id><published>2011-04-05T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T16:57:19.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 37</title><content type='html'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 37, Dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Rob and Steph drop on to the their favorite spots, Rob says, "you feeling any better?"  Steph pulls her blanky up around her neck, "Yes I am, I think I am over the hump." Rob nods, "Good, I am feeling a bit better, the sleep today helped.  Do you want to fall asleep here or go to bed?"  Steph look over, "I think I will watch some TV, let’s see what’s on,  hmmm ‘swamp loggers in Alaska’, nope, ‘best gas stations in America’, hmmm nope,’ How to keep miniature pigs in your house;,"  Rob butts in, "Nope how about the weather channel."  Steph nods, they are going to fall asleep anyways, so it doesn't really matter.  Just as both of them start to fall asleep, there is a knock at the door, Rob turns to Steph, "I got the last one, your turn."  Steph pushes the blanky back and gets up and walks to the door. Steph wonders who this will be, seems the horses have spread around the wake up Rob and Steph as to not keep one horse in trouble all the time.  Steph opens the door, its Justice, with a slip of paper in his mouth, Steph reaches out and takes the slip of paper out of Justice's mouth, she looks at it, it’s nothing but a few scratches on the paper, "Justice what is this?"  Justice says, "Its a list, Dublin when he was talking to me, told me to make a list, so I wouldn't forget, but I can't write, so I did my best. Oh, I do remember what he told me."  Steph looks at the paper, looks at Justice, so what did he tell you."  Justice thinks for a bit, "Oh, Oh, I remember, he said, 'go get the hay lady, we have an emergency, we need a hair dryer, a curling iron, a comb, a brush, more hoof polish,' let me think, Oh, and a bandage, cause, Jonah, cut himself shaving."  Steph grabs her robe, makes sure her bunny slippers are on the right feet, "Justice what in blazes are you talking about?"  Justice backs up a bit, and turns to head toward the Lady's Parlour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well it all started this morning, General pasted the word that 'all horses needed to be on their best behavior', cause three people moms were coming to visit this weekend. so I stopped making my map, and all the other horses cleaned up their pens with the help of Jason people.  and and, Spirit and Jonah, and 'B' decided they needed baths so this evening while you were gone we gave them a bath at the wash wreak." Steph nods, as she follows Justice to the wash rack, "So what is the problem, the horses had a bath night just last week?"  Justice stops and turns to Steph, "Well, 'B' complained she wasn't getting clean enough, so we asked Fred who had dropped by at ask Bruno, to see if he had any horse soap in the house.  Bruno brought us a bottle of soap, and it worked pretty good, but it had one side affect."  As Justice finished, he turns to allow Steph to look at Jonah, Spirit, and 'B' standing by the wash rack,  Steph looks, "Oh my word, they are all fluffy, to say the least."  Justice nods, "A bit to fluffy, they say."  As Steph gets closer she can see that each of them  look like really big chia pets, "What the heck did you guys do?"  'B' was the first to answer, "We We were doing fine, til, we finished and tried to shake the water off, we became all fuzzy, we can't be like this when the people moms show up tomorrow."  Steph looks around, looks back at the horses, and back at the ground, she see a plastic bottle on the ground, walks over, and picks it up. "Is this what Bruno gave you?"  Justice, look over, "Fred said that Bruno, said that you use it all the time."  Steph look at the three fur balls, "Well yes, but I use it to wash dishes not horses, the only thing I can think of is you guys need to roll around in the dirt for a bit." hearing that Jonah and Spirit run back to the Ladies Parlour, Steph turns and starts back to the house.  'B' says, "Nope, Nope, not going to do it, I just got clean."  Steph turns and walks back to 'B', "Young Mare, you need to be more horse, go roll in the dirt, and then brush the dirt, if any, out on the railing of the pen, if need ask one of your friends to get spots you can't get to."  'B' lowers her head, "No hair dryer?"  Steph nods, "Right, no hair dryer."  'B' kicks at the ground, Steph says "You will look fine in the morning."  'B' turns slowly and returns to the Lady's Parlour.  At which time, both Steph and Justice turn towards the house, as they are walking back, Steph looks at the plastic bottle she is carrying, "Hmmm, Dawn dish washing liquid. Justice how much of this stuff did you use?"  Justice thinks a bit, "all most all of it, it makes nice bubbles."  Steph looks and the nearly empty bottle, "Yes it does, but don't use things you get from Bruno, I am not sure if he understands their uses, or their affects."  Justice nods, as they near the patio, Justice turns off to head back to his pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Justice tell me about this map you were making?", Justice stops and turns around, "Well Dublin, and General asked me to make a map of where all the horses are."  Steph looks at him, "Why?"  Justice replies, "Oh, Oh, so when the cable TV people show up they know where to dig and place the cables."  Steph didn't even think to reply, she just turned and entered the house, Rob wasn't in his chair, so he may have made it back to the bed before he fell asleep, Steph drops her robe from the couch, kicks off her bunny slippers and head back to the bedrooms.  Rob is under the covers, Steph climbs under the covers and rolls over to face Rob, Rob opens his eyes, "So what was going on?"  Steph smiles, "Fluffy horses."  She turns over and falls asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Samm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-7671412967237915601?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/7671412967237915601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/7671412967237915601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/horses-tale-chapter-37.html' title='A Horse&apos;s Tale, Chapter 37'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-948273160278088950</id><published>2011-04-05T16:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T17:01:34.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Ro</title><content type='html'>Best Friends Forever, Jonah and Spirit grooming each other...... filthy but thinking they look soooooo hansum after rolling in mud following a rain event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WBdZm73VxOk/TZus9dql02I/AAAAAAAAFiQ/cDQKpZ4tc7k/s1600/jonah_spirit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WBdZm73VxOk/TZus9dql02I/AAAAAAAAFiQ/cDQKpZ4tc7k/s200/jonah_spirit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592253534245868386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice, growing his bell bottoms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q60aHiKO8-c/TZurp1k9AuI/AAAAAAAAFiI/BprjW9mGlwE/s1600/justice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q60aHiKO8-c/TZurp1k9AuI/AAAAAAAAFiI/BprjW9mGlwE/s200/justice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592252097555661538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jonah rubbing his lovely butt on the fence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueMOndUSoNQ/TZurpyMbbrI/AAAAAAAAFiA/eKtZmwDKXOc/s1600/jonah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ueMOndUSoNQ/TZurpyMbbrI/AAAAAAAAFiA/eKtZmwDKXOc/s200/jonah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592252096647491250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-948273160278088950?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/948273160278088950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/948273160278088950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/pictures-from-ro.html' title='Pictures from Ro'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WBdZm73VxOk/TZus9dql02I/AAAAAAAAFiQ/cDQKpZ4tc7k/s72-c/jonah_spirit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-3032891180333473531</id><published>2011-04-05T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T16:47:43.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos, March 28, 2011</title><content type='html'>Emma and the girls distribute treats to the Ladies Parlour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HwJEae2j4Q8" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KX3CQsfWoks" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/x63m2cWbWB4" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-3032891180333473531?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3032891180333473531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3032891180333473531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/videos-march-28-2011.html' title='Videos, March 28, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HwJEae2j4Q8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-3488936161649828751</id><published>2011-04-05T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T16:44:19.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures</title><content type='html'>Cruisin Bay, aka CB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-deH_UoW85zg/TZuo3dSzvXI/AAAAAAAAFh4/9oS67Sncuog/s1600/cb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-deH_UoW85zg/TZuo3dSzvXI/AAAAAAAAFh4/9oS67Sncuog/s200/cb3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592249033020390770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rqJ93i4UgVg/TZuo3Lko33I/AAAAAAAAFhw/Ndjl54lFwz0/s1600/cb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rqJ93i4UgVg/TZuo3Lko33I/AAAAAAAAFhw/Ndjl54lFwz0/s200/cb2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592249028263337842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5kYuaTKlzQ/TZuo3O5POTI/AAAAAAAAFho/qh4OtItfg1Q/s1600/cb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5kYuaTKlzQ/TZuo3O5POTI/AAAAAAAAFho/qh4OtItfg1Q/s200/cb1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592249029155043634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-3488936161649828751?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3488936161649828751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/3488936161649828751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/more-pictures.html' title='More pictures'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-deH_UoW85zg/TZuo3dSzvXI/AAAAAAAAFh4/9oS67Sncuog/s72-c/cb3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-553320576143330943</id><published>2011-04-05T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T16:40:32.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures and videos from the FOB visit</title><content type='html'>Emmett and the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LTw8k_3Gcl0/TZunxJMBSeI/AAAAAAAAFhg/oZ9_ktFRTPg/s1600/emmett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LTw8k_3Gcl0/TZunxJMBSeI/AAAAAAAAFhg/oZ9_ktFRTPg/s200/emmett.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592247825032366562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Electra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HTKuZisYN5c/TZunw3ODhLI/AAAAAAAAFhY/rxRazcNvXQM/s1600/electra_tail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HTKuZisYN5c/TZunw3ODhLI/AAAAAAAAFhY/rxRazcNvXQM/s200/electra_tail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592247820209063090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Q1-sd8HBI/TZunw_nN01I/AAAAAAAAFhQ/hPjD9o6SHV0/s1600/electra2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Q1-sd8HBI/TZunw_nN01I/AAAAAAAAFhQ/hPjD9o6SHV0/s200/electra2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592247822462079826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Electra, Ruby and Sampson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1JbrHqDOPe4/TZunwiIDL_I/AAAAAAAAFhI/WDnSb3IRrjM/s1600/electra_ruby_samson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1JbrHqDOPe4/TZunwiIDL_I/AAAAAAAAFhI/WDnSb3IRrjM/s200/electra_ruby_samson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592247814546730994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w9o6tE1-Lfk/TZunwdus96I/AAAAAAAAFhA/yXYATOoJXZM/s1600/electra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w9o6tE1-Lfk/TZunwdus96I/AAAAAAAAFhA/yXYATOoJXZM/s200/electra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592247813366675362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and Electra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WzRFhFOBAfc" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-553320576143330943?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/553320576143330943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/553320576143330943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/more-pictures-and-videos-from-fob-visit.html' title='More pictures and videos from the FOB visit'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LTw8k_3Gcl0/TZunxJMBSeI/AAAAAAAAFhg/oZ9_ktFRTPg/s72-c/emmett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-8749715435029171825</id><published>2011-04-05T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T15:49:17.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOB visit, March 26, 2011</title><content type='html'>I must tell you it is wonderful having Ro, Linda and Susan here.  Though we all chat daily, it is so nice to speak face to face.  We went by SMF yesterday which had a special 4 H function, baby goats, ponies, bunnies etc. so they saw it all, and came inside to let me know that 4H had baby goats for sales...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan and Justice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sGe8lJ2flI4/TZubcCVm_xI/AAAAAAAAFg4/mNmEduSibs4/s1600/susan_justice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sGe8lJ2flI4/TZubcCVm_xI/AAAAAAAAFg4/mNmEduSibs4/s200/susan_justice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592234268276752146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Susan, Justice, Ro and Linda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p6y2hBEJtFA/TZubbxzHvVI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OuKKKklwoHU/s1600/susan%252Cjustice%252Cro%252Clinda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p6y2hBEJtFA/TZubbxzHvVI/AAAAAAAAFgw/OuKKKklwoHU/s200/susan%252Cjustice%252Cro%252Clinda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592234263837130066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Justice and Linda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YaFpOlwZpOA/TZubbq5_KbI/AAAAAAAAFgo/bgNRCkPunRo/s1600/lindas_justice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YaFpOlwZpOA/TZubbq5_KbI/AAAAAAAAFgo/bgNRCkPunRo/s200/lindas_justice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592234261986879922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ro and Justice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NKxn8wGkXLA/TZubbSRYJYI/AAAAAAAAFgg/V721SFwO63k/s1600/justice_ro2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NKxn8wGkXLA/TZubbSRYJYI/AAAAAAAAFgg/V721SFwO63k/s200/justice_ro2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592234255374099842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Justice and Ro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Q6GGxDrS9Y/TZubbIZCeOI/AAAAAAAAFgY/MiGFlQakcFk/s1600/justice_ro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Q6GGxDrS9Y/TZubbIZCeOI/AAAAAAAAFgY/MiGFlQakcFk/s200/justice_ro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592234252721879266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They have taken lots of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for everything, and the final items are up for auction, so if you can bid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-8749715435029171825?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/8749715435029171825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/8749715435029171825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/fob-visit-march-26-2011.html' title='FOB visit, March 26, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sGe8lJ2flI4/TZubcCVm_xI/AAAAAAAAFg4/mNmEduSibs4/s72-c/susan_justice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-957829955296397534</id><published>2011-04-05T15:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T15:35:58.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 36</title><content type='html'>A Horse's Tale, Chapter 36,  Championship Chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph and Rob pull up to the house, Steph says, "It 11:30, we got out of Mavericks at a good time.", Rob nods, "Yeah, and it was a pretty good evening. Oh, did you notice that three horses are missing out of the Ladies Parlour."  Steph jumps out of the car, and looks toward the Ladies Parlour, "How do you know three horses are missing?"  Rob gets out of the car, locks the doors, and heads to the house, "I counted the blobs as we drove by, don't know who is missing, but there are three fewer blobs then when we left."  Steph walks over to the Ladies Parlour, does a quick count of the blobs, ahhh horses, "Dublin come here please."  Dublin not to excited about it, walks over slowly, Steph asks "Who is missing and where are they?"  Dublin kind of shrugs and looks around the pen as if mentally trying to figure out who is missing.  "Ahh, looks like Jonah, Spirit and 'B', I think they were talking about seeing General about something." Steph nods, pats Dublin on the nose, and walks back toward the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wonder what they needed to see General about, I hope they are betting on stuff.'  Steph stops on the patio, looks at Justice standing in his pen, something looks funny, she walks over and takes a closer look.  Justice is standing with one hoof in the small tub used for salt and minerals.  "Justice why are you standing in the tub?"  Justice looks up, "Ahhh, What?"  Steph points to Justices right front legs, "Why do you have your hoof in the tub?"  Justice looks down, "Oh, I didn't know what is was called.  It kept getting in the way while I was eating, so I decided to carry it around."  Steph looks at him, "What do you mean carry it around?"  Justice looks down and raises his right front leg up off the ground, and lifts the tub up.  Steph says, "Is it stuck to your hoof?"  Justice shakes his head and drops the tub.  As the tub hits the ground, Steph asks "How did you do that?"  Justice puts his hoof back on the ground, "I lets go of it."  Steph nods, "I figured that, but how did you manage to pick it up?" Justice to demonstrate how smart he is, places his hoof back in the tub and picks it up. "I grab it will my hoof."  Steph nods and thinks a bit, "I didn't know you could do that."  Justice nods, "I didn't either til I stepped in it, the only problem I have is when I run around, it makes a lot of noise."  Steph smiles, "I bet it does, well don't hurt yourself or break the tub."  Steph turns and looks around Casper and Dancer are both standing quietly in the right Round Pen, she turns her gaze to the front Round Pen, she sees some blobs, and looks like some lights moving around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she walks over she sees three blobs, ahh horses standing on the outside and what appears to be Sampson standing on the inside, looks like they are talking.  As she gets closer she sees that at least two of the horses have flashlights in their mouths, and shining the light on the ground inside the pen.  She stops and watches for a while, 'I wonder what they are doing?'  Just as she starts to walk over, the flashlights are turned off, and the three horses start walking toward her.  Steph stands there, waiting, Jonah, Spirit and 'B' walk right past her, and keep on going.  Steph follows, as she and the horses pass Justice, they stop and look at him, each shaking their heads, as Justice walks around with his hoof in the tub, after a bit, they turn and continue, as they get close to the patio, Steph says "What are you three up to this late at night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three stop, Spirit kicks the ground, and they turn around.  'B' says "Didn't think you would notice if we were quiet."  Steph nods, "Pretty good job, so what were you doing talking with Sampson, and why did you need to see General?"  Jonah steps up, "We needed a book and there isn't many pictures in it, so we had Sampson read some of to us."  Steph nods, "That seems very smart of you.  By the way what book were you interested in?"  Spirit steps forward with a small book in his mouth, and hands it to Steph.  "To dark to look at it here lets go to the patio.  Steph wipes a bit of horse slobber of the book, and steps under the light on the patio, "So what is this book all about?"  As her eyes get accustomed to the light, Jonah answers, " Its about chickens."  Steph asks "What interest would you guys have in chickens?"  Again Jonah answers, "We heard that you got some baby chickens and were talking about making them show chickens.  So we know what a show horse is, we could learn to be judges for show chickens, so we got the book."  Steph replies, "That almost makes sense. Let’s see what the book says."  Just to help 'B' turns on her flashlight and shines it at the book.  Steph reads the title "How to Judge Championship Chicken."  she opens the book, turns a few pages, "I think you need to get another book, I don't think this one will help you much."  Steph closes the book and hands it back to Spirit, Jonah look at her, "You may be right, we were a bit confused when Sampson was reading the book to us."  all three horses nod, Jonah asks "What kind of chickens did you get?  All we can find in the book are fried, roasted and stewed." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author  Samm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-957829955296397534?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/957829955296397534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/957829955296397534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/horses-tale-chapter-36.html' title='A Horse&apos;s Tale, Chapter 36'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-308437776713194639</id><published>2011-04-05T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T15:32:56.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new little chickies</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3EeHVFB8b2Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_27gR2MIPPM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-308437776713194639?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/308437776713194639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/308437776713194639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-new-little-chickies.html' title='Our new little chickies'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3EeHVFB8b2Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504215793057753020.post-172094262282857385</id><published>2011-04-05T15:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T15:27:32.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures, March 18, 2011</title><content type='html'>Truffles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-708yh8ZmR5c/TZuTCzKBJ-I/AAAAAAAAFgQ/SihxnTZo8Gc/s1600/truffles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-708yh8ZmR5c/TZuTCzKBJ-I/AAAAAAAAFgQ/SihxnTZo8Gc/s200/truffles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592225038611851234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Justice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kmxFnprhQe0/TZuTC4vJc0I/AAAAAAAAFgI/Bt_puLquuW0/s1600/justice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kmxFnprhQe0/TZuTC4vJc0I/AAAAAAAAFgI/Bt_puLquuW0/s200/justice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592225040109761346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Electra and Ruby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qztqz74Ou5Y/TZuS6Pz56WI/AAAAAAAAFgA/ouNeu6pKVmQ/s1600/electra_ruby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qztqz74Ou5Y/TZuS6Pz56WI/AAAAAAAAFgA/ouNeu6pKVmQ/s200/electra_ruby2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592224891684907362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Electra bugging Ruby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n7oL-LtbszI/TZuS6JKgD8I/AAAAAAAAFf4/S-dP8lXfPBE/s1600/electra_ruby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n7oL-LtbszI/TZuS6JKgD8I/AAAAAAAAFf4/S-dP8lXfPBE/s200/electra_ruby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592224889900634050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dancer (l) and Casper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pEfkRfXmeiw/TZuS51kRcFI/AAAAAAAAFfw/SP793lqDPA0/s1600/dancer_casper2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pEfkRfXmeiw/TZuS51kRcFI/AAAAAAAAFfw/SP793lqDPA0/s200/dancer_casper2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592224884640018514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WmL9aPg4Hyo/TZuS5oV-JQI/AAAAAAAAFfo/7-cswVbN5JQ/s1600/dancer_casper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WmL9aPg4Hyo/TZuS5oV-JQI/AAAAAAAAFfo/7-cswVbN5JQ/s200/dancer_casper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592224881090372866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dancer, Missouri Fox Trotter, he has returned to MHR as his family lost their  home.  He and Casper both came back as per our adoption contract which  was established in 2001 with this clause.  We are sorry for the family  as both the boys were loved by them.   It was very difficult for them  yesterday, as they had them for three years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5XOGj15GQnA/TZuS5k-z2oI/AAAAAAAAFfg/SfEhFCNHglM/s1600/dancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5XOGj15GQnA/TZuS5k-z2oI/AAAAAAAAFfg/SfEhFCNHglM/s200/dancer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592224880187923074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/504215793057753020-172094262282857385?l=miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/172094262282857385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504215793057753020/posts/default/172094262282857385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miraclehorserescue.blogspot.com/2011/04/pictures-march-18-2011.html' title='Pictures, March 18, 2011'/><author><name>Miracle Horse Rescue, Inc.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03501563946513023158</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-708yh8ZmR5c/TZuTCzKBJ-I/AAAAAAAAFgQ/SihxnTZo8Gc/s72-c/truffles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
