A devil's choice
This morning we had to choose between walking on the sidewalk, which in most places had a half inch coating of in most places, and walking in the street, which was also kinda slippery not to mention full of cars. The sensible choice would have been to stay in bed until the ice melted, but people with dogs (and no yard) don't get that choice. I stayed home sick from work today, but still walked on the ice first thing.
It might have been fun, if it weren't mandatory. We could pretend to be explorers on a strange landscape, avoiding the patches of salt that burn our dogs' feet and not knowing if the surface would crumble or support our weight. I like to deliberately slide on long smooth patches. Not much of that out there today--it was slushy when it froze up. I'm going to try to take it easy, and hopefully when the dogs need to out again it will be melted. I'm crossing my fingers for Alexis, who still has to join the rush hour commute, comprised of people whose collective intelligence seems to decline with the road conditions.
It might have been fun, if it weren't mandatory. We could pretend to be explorers on a strange landscape, avoiding the patches of salt that burn our dogs' feet and not knowing if the surface would crumble or support our weight. I like to deliberately slide on long smooth patches. Not much of that out there today--it was slushy when it froze up. I'm going to try to take it easy, and hopefully when the dogs need to out again it will be melted. I'm crossing my fingers for Alexis, who still has to join the rush hour commute, comprised of people whose collective intelligence seems to decline with the road conditions.