Cold Feet

I live in the ice age. When I look at my backyard, all I see are the glimmering ice caps that are normally only seen in Alaska. The only problem with this is that Shelby is not an Eskimo dog training for the Iditarod. He has tiny paws that are not made for walking on ice. He slips and slides and after a few minutes he wants to run into the warm house, whether or not he finished his walk. I might make him a pair of snow socks if this cold front keeps up.