A Dressage Horse Joins the Police Force A Big Boy Called Oreo Cookie Written by previous owner of Oreo - Jd Sosa In the fall of 2006 I found myself a bit down after some equine-life setbacks. So, I had an impulse to start all over again and my first thought of a new beginning began with me finding a new horse. The only pre-requisite that I could think of, beside the standard ones, was that he/she had to be a very young horse. I felt that a very young horse would present the biggest challenge, which was a need my soul was seeking. After some research online and asking around I found Oreo, a big Spotted Percheron/TB cross. Oreo was bred and brought up by a family in South Carolina. I trusted my instincts and decided not to go all the way to Jacksonville, SC, knowing that somewhere deep down he was the right choice. I hired a local vet who did the pre-purchase exam and a horse transporter from the area. One week later Oreo arrived to West Cobb, GA at a farm where I boarded him.
The moment Oreo came out of that horse trailer I almost sat on the curb to cry. He was four scrawny legs and all ears. He had no muscles and only sharp bones protruding from a dingy coat. He was 17 hands tall and only 28 months old. All I could think was, “What in the world was I thinking?� A challenge was what I sought, and here it was. A rather large, rather unpredictable challenge. Jd Sosa and Oreo
Officer Steve and Oreo at Atlanta Mounted Patrol Unit