November 1998 - When I was only two or three years old, my parents decided to get a new horse. My dad worked on a ranch at that time. The horse was friendly and kind but only loved my dad. All the horse, Chukar, wanted was a friend. The ranch people always had trouble with him and were cruel to him then. My dad, my mom and me would pet and ride him - no trouble.

One day my dad went and asked the owner if we could buy him. The guy said that my dad could have the "stupid" horse or shoot him. The next day, we went to get him. We opened his gate and he ran into the horse trailer on his own. We took him home and he was really happy.

Chukar was at his new home where people would love him and care for him. We still have him today!

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