The day I’ve been dreading all year arrived–the first snowfall of the season. Snow equals salt, which our neighbors sprinkle with abandon on their sidewalks. And all that salt, combined with the arctic weather conditions, means that Pablo can’t go for his walk until he’s been wrestled into his parka and booties. We call the parka his Kenny coat, for obvious reasons (at least to fans of the comedy series South Park).
The red booties came about after much trial and error. Made of a rubbery material, they are so thin a dog can feel the sidewalk under his paws. They’re also disposable, but we’re able to get a number of walks in before we have to throw a set away. And, more importantly, they are the only boots that work with Pablo. Without them, he’ll reach a patch of salt and lift his paws when the salt begins to burn. Then he won’t continue. Too many times, I’ve ended up carrying a 20 plus pug home through mountains of snow and slush.
And so winter begins in all its glory. How I hate it!