What’s the difference (psychologically speaking)?
As an experienced “manure relocation specialist” it’s no big deal to muck around horse stalls, shoveling the stuff into a wheelbarrow.
But there is something really nasty about stepping on a dog loaf–no matter how thick your rubber boots are.
What gives here?
(This is not an isolated opinion. I have discussed this at length with numerous other members of the Manure Relocation Specialists Union.)