<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200271203173821952</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 12 Feb 2018 01:59:27 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>trail riding</category><category>weather</category><category>wildlife</category><category>dogs</category><category>humor</category><category>animal behavior</category><category>veterinary care</category><category>horse training</category><category>rural lifestyle</category><category>product reviews</category><category>moving</category><category>horse leading</category><category>reality checks</category><category>riding</category><category>horse shows</category><category>horse 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dynamics</category><category>fear</category><category>horse books</category><category>letterboxing</category><category>Way of the Horse</category><category>horse clinics</category><category>rock hunting</category><category>life lessons</category><category>physical therapy</category><category>trucks</category><category>medical mysteries</category><category>ranching</category><category>writing</category><category>My books</category><category>competitions</category><category>equine art</category><category>herding</category><category>pasture</category><category>pet names</category><category>balking</category><category>relaxation</category><category>respect</category><category>supplements</category><category>clicker training</category><category>comfort zone</category><category>halter training</category><category>mounting</category><category>tack room</category><category>travel</category><category>aggression</category><category>bicycles</category><category>horse news</category><category>horse selling</category><category>inspiration</category><category>trust</category><category>goals</category><category>progress reports</category><category>water troughs</category><category>feeders</category><category>horsemanship</category><category>philosophy</category><category>safety lessons</category><category>shipping boots</category><category>stall rest</category><category>at liberty</category><category>bits</category><category>bridling</category><category>conformation</category><category>fly season</category><category>gawking</category><category>horse buying</category><category>music</category><category>skies</category><category>trail maintenance</category><category>tricks</category><title>Nuzzling Muzzles</title><description>Nuzzling Muzzles is the place where I write and exchange news about the large and powerful beasts we call horses.</description><link>http://nuzzlingmuzzles.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Nuzzling Muzzles)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2473</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200271203173821952.post-4904101544683731832</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Feb 2018 18:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-02-05T11:30:20.050-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">writing</category><title>Privatizing</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve made an unpopular decision to set my blog to private.  I&#39;ve tried to do this a few times in the past, but was met with resistance from readers, so I kept on posting publicly since I knew that my blog was appreciated, but now I just have too many good reasons to close shop.  I began this blog in December of 2007 and have picked up a couple hundred followers and several thousand readers along </atom:summary><link>http://nuzzlingmuzzles.blogspot.com/2018/02/privatizing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nuzzling Muzzles)</author><thr:total>20</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200271203173821952.post-6407062530643339022</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Feb 2018 23:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-02-02T10:55:40.535-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">horse tack</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">medical mysteries</category><title>Mumbo Jumbo</title><atom:summary type="text">What I forgot to say in yesterday&#39;s post was that every time another obstacle pops up to prevent me from riding, I say to myself, &quot;Gee whiz.  Someone really badly does not want me to ride a horse today.&quot;

In the back of my mind, I always wonder if all these obstacles are there to save me from some awful fate.

So, today I was going to try out my theory that Bombay would be more comfortable to </atom:summary><link>http://nuzzlingmuzzles.blogspot.com/2018/02/mumbo-jumbo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nuzzling Muzzles)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200271203173821952.post-8101419772413935033</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Jan 2018 22:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-02-01T08:40:10.111-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">aging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">arena riding</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">reality checks</category><title>A Bag of Rocks</title><atom:summary type="text">It&#39;s easy to sit back and say, &quot;I&#39;m going to ride my horse every day and work on this or that...&quot;, but when it comes to actually doing it, that&#39;s a whole different ballgame.  Day after day has been passing me by without me being able to ride.  At first it was the wind, but then the weather changed and we&#39;ve been having 80-something degree days with only a slight breeze in January and I still </atom:summary><link>http://nuzzlingmuzzles.blogspot.com/2018/01/a-bag-of-rocks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nuzzling Muzzles)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200271203173821952.post-3848037862092896189</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Jan 2018 22:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-01-30T13:36:45.066-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wildlife</category><title>My Wild Animal Park</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;d like to thank everyone for their input on dealing with Rock&#39;s bratty behavior.  I haven&#39;t had the chance to try out any of the additional suggestions yet.  We had our first cold winter storm pass through this weekend, and it&#39;s been cold and the ground has been muddy ever since.  I started blanketing the horses at night, which means that they&#39;ve had to stay locked in their stalls so that they </atom:summary><link>http://nuzzlingmuzzles.blogspot.com/2018/01/my-wild-animal-park.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nuzzling Muzzles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7QGWcp8i4NU/WmZm0YlaVnI/AAAAAAAAUWc/EOEtu8Cux-o4cDhDaX9a42JpoQR2XgY5QCLcBGAs/s72-c/IMG_0760.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200271203173821952.post-848405940676003973</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jan 2018 23:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-01-18T16:58:43.815-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">horse training</category><title>Brainstorm Session</title><atom:summary type="text">Normally, people give me advice all the time, even though I&#39;m not asking for it.  However, I&#39;d like to invite readers into a brainstorm session on this one, because I really don&#39;t want to have to hire a horse trainer and I&#39;m too lazy to go back and read some of my horse training books.  So, now&#39;s your chance to give solicited advice.

I went for a trail ride on Rock and everything was going well </atom:summary><link>http://nuzzlingmuzzles.blogspot.com/2018/01/brainstorm-session.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nuzzling Muzzles)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200271203173821952.post-5030294063968964624</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jan 2018 19:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-01-18T14:58:43.617-07:00</atom:updated><title>Beyond Ridiculous</title><atom:summary type="text">Last week I had been working with a &quot;Planning Advisor&quot; at the cemetery in California where my brother was laid to rest.  I was trying to order a headstone or tablet, as they call it, for his grave.  The advisor emailed me the order form and contract, I filled out the parts she indicated, signed it, scanned it, and emailed it back to her.  I didn&#39;t get any response to that email nor another one in</atom:summary><link>http://nuzzlingmuzzles.blogspot.com/2018/01/beyond-ridiculous.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nuzzling Muzzles)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200271203173821952.post-9121454379855674416</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Jan 2018 21:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-01-17T14:55:20.841-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">round pen</category><title>Nope</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve had the hankering to ride, but I&#39;m still weak and having breathing difficulties.  On Monday I led Bombay out on a short walk in the desert just to get some fresh air for both of us.  Bombay has been laying down a lot, acting either ill or depressed.  Even though I still don&#39;t feel like I&#39;ve recovered from the virus, I have to start exercising at some point.  Bombay was very sweet, moseying </atom:summary><link>http://nuzzlingmuzzles.blogspot.com/2018/01/nope.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nuzzling Muzzles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M74vA-EaXp0/Wl-_WesfLQI/AAAAAAAAUV8/3scN2DipjzAndVv4PBN5GPRKjqefB2BVACLcBGAs/s72-c/G0034861.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200271203173821952.post-5178094456673028032</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jan 2018 13:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-01-15T06:13:35.768-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rock hunting</category><title>Another Week Under the Bridge</title><atom:summary type="text">My hopes that I was over the worst of my sore throat and breathing difficulties crashed and burned, so I&#39;ve been down for the count for the past week with either a cold or flu.  Don&#39;t know which.  Don&#39;t really care.  Me not feel well.  That&#39;s the gist of it.

My husband came home early from work one day to deal with the dogs and horses so that I could get some rest.  I protested, not wanting my </atom:summary><link>http://nuzzlingmuzzles.blogspot.com/2018/01/another-week-under-bridge.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nuzzling Muzzles)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200271203173821952.post-9089503974314901741</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Jan 2018 21:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-01-08T14:29:41.715-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">animal behavior</category><title>Four Stories</title><atom:summary type="text">Open and Say Ahhhhh

Our new supermarket in town remains impossibly crowded, so we have gotten into the habit of waking up around 5:00 AM, showering, going out to breakfast at one of the two diners in town that open early, and then doing our marketing before the sun rises and before the crowds converge.  This weekend it was especially important that we avoid the crowds because we have two flu </atom:summary><link>http://nuzzlingmuzzles.blogspot.com/2018/01/four-stories.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nuzzling Muzzles)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200271203173821952.post-4015045641109582384</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Jan 2018 18:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-01-05T11:16:49.077-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rural lifestyle</category><title>Purging</title><atom:summary type="text">I went from having not much of anything going on to being overwhelmed in no time.  We&#39;re doing some 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(Nuzzling Muzzles)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200271203173821952.post-7605473293548374204</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Dec 2017 23:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-12-27T16:00:30.850-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">arena riding</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wildlife</category><title>Bombay and The Bunny</title><atom:summary type="text">It suddenly hit me today that I was running out of quiet, distraction-free arena riding time.  My new neighbors are moving in this weekend, and today is Wednesday.  I had planned to ride on Tuesday, but then a friend needed to meet me somewhere to get something from me and that turned into a yak session and there wasn&#39;t much time to do anything before barn chores by the time I got back.  Then I </atom:summary><link>http://nuzzlingmuzzles.blogspot.com/2017/12/bombay-and-bunny.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nuzzling Muzzles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ex6k4Y556Fo/WkQYyZGiVOI/AAAAAAAAUUg/mMPLFjQ1cwAonceB8AfVLywH8Sa8BItpACLcBGAs/s72-c/G0014799.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200271203173821952.post-1962746066851764503</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Dec 2017 01:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-12-21T07:55:31.934-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">animal behavior</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">round pen</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trail riding</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wildlife</category><title>What&#39;s Your Horse&#39;s Motivation?</title><atom:summary type="text">I told Rock it was okay to tell me if he was still in pain, and then I wouldn&#39;t ride him if he said anything.  But there were no complaints when I saddled him up and mounted.  He was so good that he waited patiently while I stretched my leg out on the mounting block, and he didn&#39;t move a muscle until I was seated and gave him a cue.  However, riding up the driveway, he kept trying to turn around </atom:summary><link>http://nuzzlingmuzzles.blogspot.com/2017/12/whats-your-horses-motivation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nuzzling Muzzles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qSA03YobwGU/Wjrc3dG1EiI/AAAAAAAAUTo/f_LLCcrscRo7diXOlSKfpUbJ7XZl_1b5gCLcBGAs/s72-c/G0014754.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200271203173821952.post-3407423477423730568</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Dec 2017 19:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-12-20T12:36:35.057-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hay</category><title>A Load of Hay</title><atom:summary type="text">I took the dogs out late at night and heard an engine idling.  I could see by the lights on the vehicle that there was a big rig stopped by the fence at the edge of my property.  I figured that the driver ignored the NO OUTLET signs and now he was stuck.

Then this morning I woke to find the big rig parked on the hill by the fence to my backyard.  It appeared as if the driver had to spend the </atom:summary><link>http://nuzzlingmuzzles.blogspot.com/2017/12/a-load-of-hay.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nuzzling Muzzles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-74AeYcoJHiI/Wjqr1QzHkJI/AAAAAAAAUS8/RC1lqW5l9FYzBCm8Jxu694PSIY_anJUvQCLcBGAs/s72-c/P1000614.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200271203173821952.post-832218936510684268</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Dec 2017 22:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-12-19T15:05:30.444-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">arena riding</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wildlife</category><title>Charging and Charged</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;ve been putting pressure on myself to ride a horse before something else comes up to stop me.  I was supposed to make a bunch of phone calls this afternoon, but after being on the phone most of the day yesterday, I figured everything else could wait.  When my mother passed away, it felt like I worked round the clock for two years straight to settle her affairs, and by the time I was done, I was</atom:summary><link>http://nuzzlingmuzzles.blogspot.com/2017/12/charging-and-charged.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nuzzling Muzzles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8l3XvYZDI6I/WjmK_mb_i8I/AAAAAAAAUSs/1jHuSh7gPyIIefQTwfJAbPdlaHNS0bEtgCLcBGAs/s72-c/P1000587.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200271203173821952.post-4089726975898576097</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Dec 2017 18:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-12-18T09:11:43.860-07:00</atom:updated><title>On Both Sides of Suspicion</title><atom:summary type="text">It seems that everything has come to a standstill regarding the burial.  Normally, when someone has a straight forward natural death, family is able to have the funeral within a week.  It&#39;s been a week for me, but I have no idea what&#39;s going on because the funeral director won&#39;t speak to me.  He&#39;s giving me a &quot;don&#39;t call me -- I&#39;ll call you&quot; response to my inquiries.  I was hoping this would be </atom:summary><link>http://nuzzlingmuzzles.blogspot.com/2017/12/on-both-sides-of-suspicion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nuzzling Muzzles)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200271203173821952.post-5729572306684152821</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Dec 2017 00:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-12-11T17:51:18.095-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">reality checks</category><title>Cruel World Blues</title><atom:summary type="text">Sunday morning I went out at the crack of dawn to feed the horses when I noticed a fancy, brightly painted pick up truck sneaking up quietly toward my backyard.  It&#39;s headlights were off with just parking lights on.  I watched as the driver got out and started to walk toward my backyard.  I got ready to holler at him for trespassing when he stopped and whipped out a camera and started either </atom:summary><link>http://nuzzlingmuzzles.blogspot.com/2017/12/cruel-world-blues.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nuzzling Muzzles)</author><thr:total>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200271203173821952.post-3993598183895328793</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Dec 2017 17:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-12-06T10:48:02.749-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">home improvements</category><title>What a Morning!</title><atom:summary type="text">It takes me a while to get moving in the mornings due to muscle stiffness.  Stewie helps me do my stretches by moving just out of my reach each time I try to cuddle with him.  That&#39;s his way of forcing me to get up to feed him.  This morning I took longer than usual to get out of bed, and I could hear the horses screaming for their breakfasts.  As I was preparing the dogs&#39; food, I heard a </atom:summary><link>http://nuzzlingmuzzles.blogspot.com/2017/12/what-morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nuzzling Muzzles)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200271203173821952.post-8359966322924864834</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Dec 2017 23:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-12-05T16:22:23.205-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">animal behavior</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rural lifestyle</category><title>Whatever You Say</title><atom:summary type="text">I had just washed my hair, but didn&#39;t have time to untangle and comb it out when I went out to the barn to let the horses out of their stalls after breakfast.  I was hoping I wouldn&#39;t run into a neighbor looking like that, when this lady showed up on the hill with two dogs on leashes.  She stood there and stared into my backyard.  I hate that.  My backyard is not a wildlife viewing vista, but </atom:summary><link>http://nuzzlingmuzzles.blogspot.com/2017/12/whatever-you-say.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nuzzling Muzzles)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200271203173821952.post-1028142439315220030</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Dec 2017 21:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-12-04T14:27:27.199-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trail riding</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weather</category><title>December Sweats</title><atom:summary type="text">Here are a few pictures from today&#39;s trail ride...



Lookin&#39; both ways before crossing the street.




Alerting on hikers way off in the distance.




Gettin&#39; his pets for being a good listener.

When I unsaddled him, he was covered in sweat.  We&#39;re still wondering when it&#39;s going to cool down and when we&#39;ll get some rain.  The topsoil is so dry that it&#39;s like powder.  Just a slight breeze </atom:summary><link>http://nuzzlingmuzzles.blogspot.com/2017/12/december-sweats.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nuzzling Muzzles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YNvusiAJhmk/WiW8B4oyBvI/AAAAAAAAURw/cavHAwIGXdUEtwWAtpM7lr58Dm_w9us9QCLcBGAs/s72-c/G0014724.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200271203173821952.post-8440198683963499122</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Dec 2017 01:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-12-02T15:08:31.894-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dogs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">horses</category><title>My Boot Experiment and Other Stories</title><atom:summary type="text">The older I get, the more sensitive my feet get, and I&#39;ve gone up a whole size as my feet have flattened and spread out over the years.  I&#39;ve learned that if any part of the boot besides the sole touches my foot, it hurts.  I can&#39;t let the sides or top press on me.  I remember my mother telling me not to buy shoes that are too big, because they will slip, rub and cause blisters.  However, I&#39;m </atom:summary><link>http://nuzzlingmuzzles.blogspot.com/2017/12/my-boot-experiment-and-other-stories.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nuzzling Muzzles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-miStDYzFREc/WiH4PY-IBmI/AAAAAAAAURM/Ky6HxT4RjNoXyl7dN6ueVCcSiPYDvwTMwCLcBGAs/s72-c/IMG_0716.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200271203173821952.post-6895626237300332349</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Nov 2017 22:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-11-29T15:29:31.103-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trail riding</category><title>The Usual Lessons</title><atom:summary type="text">Despite wanting to get as much use out of my arena and round pen while I can, I felt that Rock needed a trail ride since my last few rides kept him at home or close to home due to extenuating circumstances.  I didn&#39;t want him to get barn sour by always riding him at home.  I opted not to check my brakes, since what he really needed was forward movement.  Heading out, he was a bit sticky, so I </atom:summary><link>http://nuzzlingmuzzles.blogspot.com/2017/11/the-usual-lessons.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nuzzling Muzzles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ru8BmaUAdnQ/Wh8xQ6wJX3I/AAAAAAAAUQk/CD8wjJ6Oo2wgQ6C9OZ4_TsdwVi1CYSQ1wCLcBGAs/s72-c/G0044700.JPG" height="72" 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arthritis</atom:summary><link>http://nuzzlingmuzzles.blogspot.com/2017/11/end-of-line.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nuzzling Muzzles)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MCfbWGYpukI/Wh3h-omY3KI/AAAAAAAAUPM/-EoL6HzxNUYyOlws6MgZtNhENK7bXPWUACLcBGAs/s72-c/P1000569.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2200271203173821952.post-7377617775379299598</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Nov 2017 19:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-11-26T15:33:56.080-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">animal behavior</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">animal communication</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><title>Too Loud?</title><atom:summary type="text">Yesterday I went to a painting party, and I was talking with a friend who just got out of the hospital and was 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