It wasn’t sugar, it was poop. It happened. I saw the tail go up, I pushed it down, but she couldn’t hold it.
Fortunately the nursing home was so cool, we got it cleaned up and continued on.
So the offer is going to be on table she can wear a diaper. Or I can be less of a dumb arse and not give her an hour of eating grass without actually putting her on the trailer and closing the door. Oh Rederino, I failed you a bit.