Posts Tagged ‘first pony
My Oreo Cookie
Me and Oreo Cookie
So I’ve been thinking a lot about how my life in horses began – maybe its because we are at the threshold of a new year. Its been 5 years since I taught Minnow his very first trick, its been 7 years since he came to live with me. Minnow will turn 17 this year (*tear*). But my life with horses started way before then. If you want to be technical it started before I was even born. I was taking trips to the barn while I was still in the womb. The very first horse I ever came in contact with was my mom’s 16 hand Thoroughbred cross, J.G. Pippin. I took pony rides and brushed below his knees probably before I could even walk. But it wasn’t until 1989 that I really fell in love with horses.
I was 5 and it was just before Christmas – I knew something was up because we were headed out to the barn after dark. I arrived to a crowd of my relatives and a small black figure in the shadows. As I got closer I was plopped on top of a small black Shetland Pony with a big red bow on her head. I named her Oreo Cookie. My mom had rescued her from a farm that was going out of business, she had been a victim of founder, and we suspected a few other forms of cruelty. I loved her from the moment I met her.
Oreo Cookie
My favorite thing about her was that she had just as big a sweet tooth as I did. Her favorite was Chocolate Chip Cookies. My mom’s favorite thing was that she took care of me. Never once did she buck, take off or bite me – no matter how many times I waved sweets in her face. She’d even stop and wait for me when I’d take a spill off her back.
She went with me to summer camp and took me to my first horse show. I learned how to braid her mane and clean her stall. She taught me to be responsible and to care for another creature. She taught me how to love horses.
Oreo at a horse show
I was 10 years old when she was put to sleep. At that point in her life she could barely walk and her hair had become grayed and curled (due to foundering earlier in life). I kissed her goodbye and whispered in her ear that I would always love her. I knew then that I would spend a lifetime loving horses.
Oh and, yes, we used to drive Oreo to horse shows in the back of a pick-up truck that my dad made adaptable for the pony. She used to press her face to the wind and knicker into the air as we drove down the highway. I’m sure people talked about us for years.
Oreo in the "horse trailer"
