Scooping What?

Scooping poop can put me in a Zen-like state like nothing else can. It has to be horse poop though; dog poop is disgusting. When I have had a stressful day, cleaning a stall will clear away the mental trash with each forkful of manure that lands in the cart. Skimming the pool has almost the same effect. 

Skimming dog hair instead of horse poop.

It was really hot last week, and none of us are used to working in it yet. Even our low temperatures were close to breaking record high lows - confusing, I know. It's normally not that warm in the morning at this time of year. By mid-July, 97 with a low of 67 will be a very good day. In late April, it was enough to send me home instead of to the barn.

At least our mornings have been coolish.

Not one to just sit around though. I grabbed the skimmer and went to work slowly and methodically ridding my brain of the mental trash that had piled up. Skimming Yellow Dog's hair can take all day long, especially since she adds more hair after every lap I make around the pool. 

Tobi also loves to swim, but his hair doesn't shed in the pool. He's a keeper.

​When I felt free of all my mental debris, I took a few minutes to admire the view and fill my soul with happiness. Scooping poop or skimming dog hair were just what the doctor ordered.

And okay, I was also trying to fix that equestrian tan I've got going on.