I admit, I’m an overachiever perfectionist. I feel I could use a few pounds, work harder, have studied harder, go to the gym more, etc. (Clean my apartment is not on that list, unfortunately for my partner). Anyhow I’m behind on my blog. And while I do have more crazy adoption stuff to write about (another secret family member discovered, stay tuned to my next post), today I cannot bare to write about it. So on a related topic, I will write about horse shit. Yes, as adoptees we are figuratively fed loads of shit our entire life, but should I be forced to physically step in it? Switzerland, the land of chocolate, and watches, and beautiful mountains, is literally full of shit (of the cow and horse variety). If you role down your car windows in summer driving through the country side, you can get a good wiff of some manure… Last summer I was hiking in the beautiful region of Heidiland where I literally slipped on a hidden pile of cow poop, landed on my ass, and was covered in it. Ive since determined I’m a city person.
Anyhow, I live in a boring Swiss suburb (complete with farms and farm animals), and today is bright, sunny, and abnormally warm. People ride horses openly here, because you can do that. It really irks me however, that you are obliged to clean up dog poop from the pavement, but horse poop (which is a higher quantity and density) can sit and fester. And there is this one particular horse– we shall call him Mr. Ed — who justs poops all around the neighborhood. So I’m walking back from the bus (yes we use public transport here), listening to some ipod tunes, and I just missed another pile of Mr. Ed’s droppings by a centimeter. So please, if you are in Switzerland, and you ride a horse, and you read this blog: Clean up your shit!