Equine Therapy: Heidi Gets a Pedicure
Approximately 3 times a year, I treat myself to a pedicure at a nail salon. Approximately 3 times a year, the nail technicians at the nail salon run to the back room and to do “Rock, Paper, Scissors” to see who gets saddled with my hooves. “I’m here for my “shoeing”,” I joked today to the Vietnamese girl who runs the place. She doesn’t understand what I’ve said, but she knows my feet. She announces something to the other employees in her native tongue-- something that sounds like: “Who hasn’t done a horse footed woman, yet?” I see their faces get longer and their eyes open wider and a younger girl is ushered to the front like a virgin about to be tossed in a volcano. She says, “Go pick a color,” trembling. It’s not my fault my feet are nasty…not entirely. Heredity plays a factor--I got the thick heel skin compliments of my mother, and the petrified toenails from Dad. I’m also a long way from my feet because I’m tall. I also hav...