Irony, Thou Art Cruel

I shouldn't have said anything about steps in my last post.   I use that lovely gem of a phrase, then go outside to get my mail.  BAM!  I'm on my butt with a significant loss of dignity.  That ice was really tough to see!  And harder to get off of, I was slippy-slidey in my drive for longer than was pleasant, believe me!  Fortunately, the only physical result is a cut on the heel of one palm.  That'll itch as it heals, but it's not too bad.  And really, it's my own fault.  I didn't have my boots or my spikey straps on.

The pups aren't liking this stage of the snow.  Well, actually, I think if Ty could, he'd be laughing at his sister.  The snow is now compacted and a bit icy on top.  Before, Ty would struggle through the loose snow and finally give up and stick to the paths I tromped down for them.  Saffron's longer legs allowed her the freedom of bounding through the drifts, barely able to see over some of them, but perfectly happy to wander the yard anyway.  Now, Ty can run atop the icy layer, only slipping when he comes to one of the old paths, where Saff falls in when she puts her weight on the snow!  It offers just enough resistance to make it unpleasant for her.  So she's staying mostly to the paths now.

Ty doesn't mug for the camera quite as well as Saffron.