We too are getting an ice storm...Winston doesn't mind the cold, but the ice on the grass must hurt his little paws, he can barely walk on it. He'll walk along the buildings, but not out in the yard. I reached down and felt the grass...OMG...it's like slivers of glass. Then on the cement he skitters...but at least he'll walk on it, it's actually kinda cute...slippin' and slidin'.
__________________ As Ever, Kathy 
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