As you step into the barn on a crisp spring morning, you are greeted by three nickering equines. You freeze instantly - you have four horses. You rush to the stall thinking: cast? colic? The answer is far worse: stolen.

A close friend of mine went through the horifying experience of having her horse stolen out of her four stall barn. He was annonomously returned six months later with a hairline fracture in his pelvis. Before he was stolen, he was nothing special (except to her, of…