As a horse owner, it seems that one winds up doing a lot of stuff that normal people might consider disgusting or cringe-worthy. A few weeks ago, I found myself scooping turds out of an automatic waterer, bare handed. Gross, but necessary. When the weather turns a bit warmer I will also have to (horror of horrors) clean Andy's sheath. Or, more appropriately, pay the vet to come out and clean it, so they can properly show me how to do it, and also give him a syringe full of sleepy-time juice. Today, while I was cleaning Andy's stall I realized that what appeared to be clean, dry dirt actually had a layer of rotting bedding underneath. It was pretty impossible to break up with a rake, but I found that if I grabbed the edge and pulled, it came right up, sort of like peeling an onion. So I spent 30 minutes bare-handed peeling up pissed-soaked shavings. In a week I will have to do the endless dance of worming with Andy, and try to get more dewormer in his mouth than on me.
Why do these things? They're not fun, and put me in an other situation and I sure as hell would touch any animal waste with my bare hands. But this is for my horse, who depends on me for everything. In turn, I owe him everything. I've always felt that humans owe their pets and livestock a whole lot. We have domesticated them, and turned them into creatures that are dependent on us for survival. Therefore, we have to provide them. So I will fearlessly grab poop by the handful,if that's what Andy needs!
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