On that “potty” subject

when we first moved up here the Iditarod started just down the road and all we had to do was drive 2 blocks out to the frontage road and get in line with myriad others parked along the road to watch.
Having a fertile imagination is a healthy thing but mine get’s off in the ditch sometimes. As we watched them race past my mind Immediatly processed 1. How many dogs on a sled, 2. How far will they be running before they stop and then the inevitable; what if one has to poop?
My curiosity was satiated in just a couple minutes as one dog, in the middle of a string just locked up his heals, sliding on them for less than 5 feet during which time he let er fly and Immediatly came up running.
Literally in the blink of an eye, with not a second for a picture, which has plagued me all these years!
Mike