My husband, who shall be known as LB for Left Brain, in shameless imitation of that that charming southern storyteller woman, was coming home from doctoring his horse all covered with horse pi-tooey. We decided something had to be done. My horse (RIP, Salty) would have stood on his head for a oat and honey granola bar. Or a BBQ potato chip. His buddy, LB's horse also loves them. So we devised this.
Molasses was stickier than the honey. We'll see if "Q" likes it. I think I'd like Bactrim better that way myself.