Narrarative

               

During another warm day in March at the hippotherapy center Fox Lake Farms, I was getting ready to remove more horse poop after grabbing a worn out manure fork used to pick up poop through dirt. Nearly stepping in some wet dirt that may have been made with horse urine; I entered a stall ready to work. Quickly digging beneath dirt with various piles of poop on top, I threw the waste onto mats placed outside the stalls of one of the horses. In the middle of my poop removal job, one of the dogs that live at the farm decided to rest on top of a pile of poop near the stall door, which kept me from completing my job. After several minutes of trying to “negotiate” with the dog, he finally left, finally allowing me to finish removing most of the poop. After leaving the stall to put away the manure fork, I picked up a rake with a red, yellow, and white striped handle. Returning to the stall, I raked the dirt inside the stall in a pattern of diagonal lines as asked by the owners of the farm, and finished up my volunteering for the day and returned to my house smelling like horse butt.