And then came the snow. Now we spend our walks slipping and sliding in the snow and ice. Paddy doesn't seem to notice what the weather is doing as he is much more focused on the possible whereabouts of the local cats, squirrels and rabbits. He sails effortlessly through snow, mud, whatever the elements deign to throw at him.
Jake loves being out in the snow, which at present, reaches his tummy, but he has a different problem. The curly fur on his little legs attract large balls of snow, so by the time he gets back home, he is carrying a large proportion of the contents of the field around his paws.
My problem is a little different.
I look around at other people out walking their dogs or simply out walking somewhere and there they go, striding confidently forward as if the ground beneath were as dry as a bone. They never seem to slip or even entertain the possibility of slipping, whereas I seem to be completely unable to put one foot in front of the other.
So what I want to know is this - is there a special knack to walking on the snow and ice which has eluded me all my life?
Answers in the comments box, please, as soon as you like!