Gosh you know it's only a quarter of a mile to the park but it took FOR EVER to walk there this morning.
We have here a worst case scenario, paw grip-wise.
It all started over a week ago with two to three inches of snow.
Of course the Aberdeen City Council road gritter considers our quiet road the lowest of low priority.
Over the next few days the traffic compressed the snow and it packed down hard and turned to ice.
Then it rained in the night and the very top layer of ice melted to create a surface maximum hazard.
Our road is now like a skating rink but more slippery.
And we discover that Gail is no Torvill and I am no Dean.
I would like to mention that humans have it relatively easy; they are not faced with the problem of maintaining their balance while cocking their leg (a slightly tricky manoeuvre on the best of surfaces, for a WFT with a high centre of gravity and compact paws).
Ok, so Gail has pointed out that I don't absolutely have to cock my leg.
But really, what self respecting male wants to be seen IN PUBLIC peeing like a girl?
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