Dear Diary,
I was born and raised in Mexico. I worked on a ranch for many years. When I was getting on
in years (or long in the tooth as they say), I was sold with some other horses to a dealer
in Colorado. I had to stay in quarantine for 30 days, get some shots and go through the
sheep dip before I could travel. I came to Castle Rock and spent a few months there before
I moved closer to the mountains to live with my new owner. I could not believe all the hay
and grass I could eat. People called me "Hoover" for a while because I would
just put my nose to the grass and keep on eating. Well, I've kept on eating, made new
friends and learned some English. I even wear an English saddle which is very light
compared to those Western ones. Well, more later.
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