In 2007 my dream finally came true. I work for a guy who had bought a red dun barrel horse. Gunner was my project. He is about 5'9'' at the shoulder, he has a white face and 3 of his legs have white all the way up past his knees. I instantly fell in love with him. He was a money earner, trained and shown in reining, pole bending, and barrel racing(also his best talent). He was perfect. One problem though, he was a $15,000 horse. After I started really riding him hard though, we found out he had a foot problem and was lame after alot of work, which dropped his value- but not enough, $10,000. I rode him for a bunch of prospective buyers, hoping they wouldn't take him. They none did, that was just too much for a lame horse. After trying to get rid of him for along time and failing, Gunner was put on the auction list. He was put in a dry lot with hardly any food or water and he was given no attention. I was told to just let him be. Auction day was quickly approaching and that meant saying good-bye to my perfect horse. I begged for him to drop the price everytime I saw my boss. Finally the morning of the auction, I asked one last time, and he asked me how much money I had, I told him $500 was all I had, but I would work the rest off or see if I could get a loan or whatever it took to get Gunner. He said he'd take the $500, because that was all he was going to get at the sale anyways. So i had finally gotten my dream horse. He was is bad shape when I got him, but I fattened him up, got him into shape, got medications and supplements for him, and special shoes, everything I could possibly do to get him back to what he used to be when I had first laid eyes on him. He got better and got into shape, and off his meds and most of his supplements.
Then one night when I went out to feed, I came into the barn to my worst nightmare. Gunner was on the ground bleeding out. He couldn't get up, his skin was pale and he was in shock. He had kicked through the barn wall and split an atery open near his hoof. I had to call the vet out. He said it was my call, to put him down or try and save him. I decided to try and save him, but doc gave me one warning, "You'll be lucky if you can ever ride him again, but don't plan on barrel racing anymore." I was devastated, but I took care of him religiously and later that year I qualified for 2 runs in Youth World on him and recieved the title of 2009 Youth 2D reserve champ on him.
I had to sell him when i went to that joke of a school in Kentucky. The lady I sold him to bought him to rebuild her confidence and for her 5 year old son to learn to ride on. I have really missed him though, even though he was being loved.
Well on Thursday I got a text from the lady who bought him wanting to know if I'd like him back! So the plan is to go look at him early next week and possibly bring him back with me! He's turning 17 this coming year, but he's still the horse I have wanted forever.