Horse Catches Burgler

Through out South Texas there are legends about La Llorona, a woman who has a horse or donkey's head. Well, the neighborhood I grew up in now has such a legend. It started back in 1966.
After following her nearly seven miles I caught up with Rumba when she ran into a dead end alley six blocks from my house. She was tired and scared. She didn't know what to do next so I was able to catch her. It was late in the afternoon so I decided I'd walk her to my house and put her in the backyard.
Once she was in the yard I called a friend who took me back to my car and the trailer I'd rented. The car was a 1952 Buick and the trailer a two horse bumper pull. I took the trailer back to the rental place and turned it in because I obviously wasn't getting that horse in it.
The fact I couldn't get her in a trailer meant I had to change my plans; which had been to take her to a friend's little farm on the edge of the Hill Country west of San Antonio. Meanwhile she was in my backyard.
I'd packed her feed and buckets as well as other stuff in my car so I had everything she needed for the night. Once she was provided with food and water I took a bath and went to bed. I was tired.
Dottie, my Dalmatian, slept on the foot of my bed. Sometime in the middle of the night she went off like a K-9 bomb, barking hysterically and trying to get out the door. When I got up and looked the backyard was a kaleidoscope of lights and full of people. I jerked on a pair of jeans and ran out to see what was going on.
Rumba was in a panic, snorting and threatening to kick anyone who came near her. Most of the people were cops. For some reason they were laughing their heads off. Since they were police I went on out to find out what was going on.
There was a man lying on the ground in handcuffs cussing a blue streak. It seems he'd tried to break into a house a couple of blocks over. Unluckily for him the house belonged to a cop who of course called the B&E in before grabbing his belt and giving chase.
The would-be-bugler took out through various backyards; some of which had dogs who resented his intrusion. This provided impetus for him to run faster. That is until he jumped the fence into my backyard.
The chase came to an end when he body slammed Rumba and she body slammed him right back. The cops who were close behind didn't have much trouble grabbing him because he was rolling around on the ground shrieking about the monster that was after him.