<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975804710312151232.post8226381186274250819..comments</id><updated>2009-04-22T08:04:58.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Colleen's Love Notes: Horse Tales</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colleenslovenotes.blogspot.com/feeds/8226381186274250819/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2975804710312151232/8226381186274250819/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleenslovenotes.blogspot.com/2009/04/horse-tales.html'/><author><name>Colleen Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629309647446094242</uri><email>colleen.love@yahoo.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975804710312151232.post-8844579724992156104</id><published>2009-04-22T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:04:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL That is precious and will always stay with you...</title><content type='html'>LOL That is precious and will always stay with you! :)&lt;br /&gt;He was bowing to the treat goddess. :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2975804710312151232/8226381186274250819/comments/default/8844579724992156104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2975804710312151232/8226381186274250819/comments/default/8844579724992156104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleenslovenotes.blogspot.com/2009/04/horse-tales.html?showComment=1240412640000#c8844579724992156104' title=''/><author><name>Colleen Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629309647446094242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10743776139016455578'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://colleenslovenotes.blogspot.com/2009/04/horse-tales.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975804710312151232.post-8226381186274250819' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2975804710312151232/posts/default/8226381186274250819' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975804710312151232.post-9164183896451956174</id><published>2009-04-22T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T06:33:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The other day I looked out into the corral and my ...</title><content type='html'>The other day I looked out into the corral and my 7 yr old daughter was walking around the pasture with one of the horses following her--it was SO cute.  Every time she'd stop, he'd stop, and his head would be bowed down to her.  I found out later she had a whole pocketful of treats. LOL</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2975804710312151232/8226381186274250819/comments/default/9164183896451956174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2975804710312151232/8226381186274250819/comments/default/9164183896451956174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleenslovenotes.blogspot.com/2009/04/horse-tales.html?showComment=1240407180000#c9164183896451956174' title=''/><author><name>Stacey Joy Netzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13908548379784017162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://colleenslovenotes.blogspot.com/2009/04/horse-tales.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975804710312151232.post-8226381186274250819' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2975804710312151232/posts/default/8226381186274250819' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975804710312151232.post-4054715469780793671</id><published>2009-04-21T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:35:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Stacey!

Thank you so very much! There is nothi...</title><content type='html'>Hi Stacey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so very much! There is nothing more magic than a little girl and her horse. That is my daughter and she adores Scooter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C~</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2975804710312151232/8226381186274250819/comments/default/4054715469780793671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2975804710312151232/8226381186274250819/comments/default/4054715469780793671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleenslovenotes.blogspot.com/2009/04/horse-tales.html?showComment=1240338900000#c4054715469780793671' title=''/><author><name>Colleen Love</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06629309647446094242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10743776139016455578'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://colleenslovenotes.blogspot.com/2009/04/horse-tales.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975804710312151232.post-8226381186274250819' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2975804710312151232/posts/default/8226381186274250819' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975804710312151232.post-5474627108747813537</id><published>2009-04-21T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:58:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colleen, what a great post. :) I've never experien...</title><content type='html'>Colleen, what a great post. :) I've never experienced the connection like that, but I do believe it can happen.  That picture at the top of your post is precious.  I remember sitting with my horse when I was younger and he'd nap in the fall sunshine on the pine needles.  Those were the days. :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2975804710312151232/8226381186274250819/comments/default/5474627108747813537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2975804710312151232/8226381186274250819/comments/default/5474627108747813537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colleenslovenotes.blogspot.com/2009/04/horse-tales.html?showComment=1240336680000#c5474627108747813537' title=''/><author><name>Stacey Joy Netzel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13908548379784017162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://colleenslovenotes.blogspot.com/2009/04/horse-tales.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2975804710312151232.post-8226381186274250819' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2975804710312151232/posts/default/8226381186274250819' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>