There are two things I want my guardian angel to keep track of: 1) How many hooves I’ve picked and 2) how many stalls I’ve cleaned. Studies show that once you’ve practiced or performed a task for 10,000 hours you become an expert. In light of this fact, I am an expert at cleaning stalls.
There are three types of horses when it comes to stalls:
A) The kind who hide their poop and pee.
You go into the stall and it looks pretty clean. Yay! But is it…? Upon closer inspection, you realize there is a urine spot the size of Lake Victoria in the corner.
B) The kind who spread their muck throughout the stall.
You open the stall door and it looks like a poop grenade detonated. So much for conserving shavings, because every turd is artfully intermixed with the shavings, not to mention the urine-saturated areas that are now strewn across the floor. Happy sifting.
C) The kind who have a “spot”.
You hope it’s a quick pick, but are met by a mountain of manure – welcome to the “spotter’s” stall. They keep things orderly, preferring to mess only one area of their stall, but pride themselves in their healthy digestive system – evidenced in the left hand corner.