They don't make ice skates for dogs.
I know this because I looked on the internet this morning.
Taking the beagles out for their morning constitutional was both comic and tragic this morning, as they desperately tried to retain their footing on a quarter inch of ice on the city's sidewalks and crosswalks this morning. Ever walked on an ice skating rink? Then you know what it's like.
Slip-siding down the sidewalks this morning was an exercise in exhillaration and panic, and I chose to skate to the closest subway stop rather than multiply the risk of a powerful fall by taking my normal two-block saunter to my normal station. Made me a few minutes late, but sans fractures.
Snow, then ice. What's next? Too early in the year for boils and locusts.