The Job is Messy But I Don’t Care- A Blog by Dr. Mary

Dr. Mary’s horse Scooter quite enjoys the mud!

I am driving along the county highways and dirt roads of the Minnesota countryside. The final remnants of the April’s record breaking snowfall flood the drainage ditches and reveal a rich, dark , wet soil stretching across the landscape. But all I can think of is mud, mud, and more mud.

My job is not a clean job. I avoid white pants, white shirts, and shiny leather boots. They’ll just get dirty anyway. My typical attire is a pair of hole-free jeans, a belt, and a decent shirt. I’ll add a fleece, vest, coat, etc as the weather demands. My boots are comfortable, water resistant, and hopefully durable and breathable.

Growing up with the nickname of Messy Marvin, I spent plenty of days in the dirt as a kid hiking in the woods, stomping in a local creek, grooming and playing with animals, and mucking stalls. I was dirty because I had an insatiable appetite for the outdoors and a curiosity for nature; I just had to be out in and covered in it. Most of the time I was dirty and it was worth it.

It’s no wonder dirt, oil, grime, blood, and manure, not to mention a host of other bodily fluids, doesn’t bother me. From reflux to afterbirth, to foal diarrhea, it’s all bound to come in contact with me at some point or another. It was worth it then, and it is worth it now. When I arrive at a call to rectal and tube a colic, dig out an abscess on a muddy hoof, or stop a bleeding wound, my last concern is staying clean. My first concern is helping your horse.

So this job suits me I don’t have to wear pretty blouses, pleated pants, and stilettos. I am perfectly happy to trounce through the mud in work boots. I will gladly pick up a muddy foot or examine a foal for diarrhea. I don’t mind being cloaked in many shades of horse hair. My nails are short for a reason, and I am happy to not spend money on nail polish or a manicure.

Don’t worry! I do wash my clothes and my hands, quite frequently as a matter of fact; and I do shower.I even enjoy getting cleaned up, putting on a sundress, and walking around the downtown shops or having a dinner date with my boyfriend. But I don’t see myself as someone who will worry more about the mud on my jeans than the well-being of my patients. When or if I ever do, I think its time for me to find another job. But I don’t see that happening anytime soon. So please excuse me if I show up at your barn a little dirty. It’s all with your horse’s best interest in mind.

**Disclaimer: Please don’t confuse dirty jeans with a lack of concern for biosecurity. I always take precautions when I visit a case that may be infectious by wearing appropriate protective equipment.

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  1. April 27, 2018 at 1:47 pm #

    Thank you so much for being you and being great at your job! Love all the crew at Weitz Equine!

    Posted by Cassie Sprenger

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