Now a little story for you:
When I was 23, in desperate need of money to support my silly expenses, I worked for the veterinary department of my University for 4 months.
Over there, there was a section for sick animals where I had to give them food, water and clean their pee and poo and their stalls.
There were lamas, alpacas, minipigs, donkeys, eagles, sheeps, horses, cows, the little children of the cow with chronic diarrhea and, of course, dogs and cats.
Dogs were the one whose poo smelled the worst. I wanted to
Once I got kicked by a lama, because the vet put his entire arm in his asshole to check I don't know what.
Vets use to put their arms in animals asses a lot apparently.
Fucking bastard, that lama. With an arrogant look too.
The alpacas would run away, galloping with elegance.
The horses, there because too old, would scare the shit out of me, because they were coming from the army and their size was absurd. I had to clean their clogs and come their mane, sometimes also give some sugar, some apples and walk them around.
I'm telling you this story because you mentioned that you walked bare feet on dog shit. When I worked there, I had to take a long plastic tube to rinse the stalls and get rid of the poo.
Most of the time, the excrement would splash on me, (often on my face, because I had to get close to the floor)..
There was a section of dead animals that were dissected for students of Vet faculty. The smell wouldn't leave me for days.
Sometimes I also had to carry horses and cows in the classroom and hold them for 1 hour during the class.
I got so used to the connection with animals and their strong odors that I hated to be force to socialize with humans afterwards.
How can you be with someone who doesn't like pork chop?
Also, if you are running out of ideas, I can give you a sentence, something to start, then you have to continue your post from that. For example, your post for tomorrow (or after tomorrow if you are reading this too late) will start like that: "I didn't change my underwear for 2 days"
I grew up on a farm. I had to clean barns and chicken coops. I'd be smeared in shit and I wasn't even getting paid for that. I was earning the roof over my head. Dog shit is the worst one. Horse shit can be rather pleasant, somehow, compared to the others. I know that sounds weird, but it's not. Those llamas can be jerks. They have attitude problems. My dad has a few now along with an alpaca as well. I named the alpaca ET because it looks like ET from the front when she's standing there staring at me. I grew up surrounded by all the animals you mentioned there along with quite a few more. What you said doesn't sound weird to me at all.
I'm not sure if I'll ever run out of ideas, but if I do I'll most certainly use that line and have fun with it.