tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782167599693788794.post6389399517629317728..comments2024-02-27T10:50:27.922+00:00Comments on Books, Mud and Compost. And Horses.: Mom...Jane Badgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02628233623713926723noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782167599693788794.post-44422667276617177152010-07-05T08:44:53.375+01:002010-07-05T08:44:53.375+01:00Isn't it just?
Although I was often a horse w...Isn't it just?<br /><br />Although I was often a horse when young, I never felt the need of any bridlework. Or indeed hooves.<br /><br />Moggypie, I think you have a winner there.Jane Badgerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02628233623713926723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782167599693788794.post-45056257826534973722010-07-03T08:09:12.674+01:002010-07-03T08:09:12.674+01:00That's taking furriness to the max!That's taking furriness to the max!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782167599693788794.post-43572001602700241242010-07-02T18:11:13.211+01:002010-07-02T18:11:13.211+01:00Ohhh-kay, then. "Oatmeal for breakfast as usu...Ohhh-kay, then. "Oatmeal for breakfast as usual, Mom?"<br /><br />I wonder what actual horses get up to in their spare time. Do they dress up as people when we're not looking?<br /><br />I see a whole new genre of pony books getting under way here.Christina Wilsdonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02472802098557216513noreply@blogger.com