Well there's a good question, how did hooved animals deal with this in the wild?

Do they try to scrape it out or go "well fuck, guess I gotta live with THAT now."

"There we go, all done", Chloe said to herself as she put the finishing touches of sealant around the connector. The Possum-Goat was several hundred feet up on a communications tower, drying out the connection between a microwave antenna and its signal cable. The waterproofing had failed, allowing water inside. It was a straightforward fix, the real work being getting to the site, climbing the tower, then doing the work without falling.

Chloe packed up her gear into her tool bag and then looked around her. Relying on memory or assumptions as to where things were on the tower was a good way to make a mistake. Though she considered herself a Possum, her great grandfathers goat instincts were on full alert, observing every detail around her. The safety harness she wore was clamped around the cross-brace behind her. Her left hoof was skillfully perched on the horizontal member between the tower legs, keeping the upward facing piece of the L-shaped piece of metal between her toes. Her prehensile tail was wrapped around the the tower leg. Leaning out from the tower, her right hoof was resting on the antenna mount, more for stabilization than for bearing her weight. As with her other hoof, she kept the mount between her toes. This posture was both stable and allowed both of her hands to be free to do work with.

Confident of her surroundings, Chloe pushed off gently with her right hoof while pulling herself back towards the tower with her tail. Reaching upwards she grabbed the cross-brace with both hands and finished pulling herself back onto the tower. Her left hoof lost traction and slid away from her, as she knew it would. She shifted her weight to her arms and tail without missing a beat. Re-positioning her hooves on the cross-brace, she moved her safety harness clip and scooted around the tower to the ladder. Her hard hooves clanking noisily against the metal rungs of the ladder, Chloe quickly reached the ground.

Removing and packing away her safety harness, Chloe checked around the site for anything else that needed her attention. It would be a two hour hike back down to her truck. There was no road to the tower on top of the butte, the site had been built by helicopters carrying tower sections and other equipment being carried up. Power was ran up via a cable anchored to the cliff on one side of the butte. The steep trail down was on the other side.

Chloe's tail wagged in eager anticipation of the hike down, she loved the feel of rock and dirt between her hooves. After one last check to make sure she had everything, Chloe took her first step down the trail, and promptly stepped on a rock that wedged itself hard between her toes.

"OW OW OW OW!!!" yelled Chloe as she hopped on her other hoof towards a rock she could sit down on.

"Chloe you silly Pogoat," Chloe mumbled to herself as she got out her hoof pick. "Climb and work on a tower like a gymnast and then put a rock in your hoof the moment you start walking down the trail." The pain and embarrassment would of course be temporary and soon forgotten, just an inconvenience in an otherwise enjoyable day.