The County Sheriff’s dispatcher called Mon. a.m. about horses on I-275.  I knew they weren’t mine, but they’ve called before when they wanted help, so Dana and I jumped in the truck. Two bay Arabs had made it almost to the Indiana bridge.  All 4 lanes were stopped. 

By the time we arrived, one of the deputies (who owns a Percheron and had stayed with us for his anniversary) had caught one with a lead rope looped around its head.  All the other cops, and the woman from the animal shelter, were driving along in their cars -- in the cold drizzle. Rob lead one bay Arab and I herded the nutty one, later learning he had been shot with a stun gun by an overzealous young deputy ignorant of horses. 

After I got there and it was apparent we had the horses somewhat contained, the police let the Westbound traffic start moving (already backed up at least a mile when we arrived), but kept the Eastbound backed up behind us until we could corner and bribe the wounded one so I could get a lead rope on him.  Their owners showed up just as we headed down the exit ramp, barely saying thank you to Rob and I who had run/walked several miles while everyone else moseyed along in their warm, dry cars….

Evidently the horses had run well over a mile before they got on the interstate, then nearly two more miles down I-275, the very busy belt around Cincinnati!  Of course, everyone who sat in traffic for 45 minutes or an hour blamed me for the delay -- assuming they were my horses, which were, as always, comfortably at home in their own barn and pasture…