Snow, snow flurries of snow
Matting my fur, boy does it blow!
Nose first I dive in
In the slush I do swim
My walker must tread with care,
or fall upon her derriere.
Okay, bad poetry aside, walking dogs in snow... What a trip! (Which rhymes with 'slip', which is what I keep telling myself NOT to do.) Half of the dogs love it, the other half hate it. I'm lucky that several of the dogs I walk are very tolerant and good about me cleaning off their fur and feet and making sure no ice or salt is stuck between their pads. Of course, there are the few that want to bite my hands, or at least the towel, as I dry them off. Fortuantely, I've not been chomped... yet. Alternating toweling off with praise and lots of pets helps.
***Having picture difficulty... will post pics later.***
