Rosie and Jack dance on ice

Poor Jack and Rosie, my two dogs, they haven't had a proper walk in over a week.  We usually stride out every day for a 3 mile hike, but that's come to a skiddering halt this past week. The road outside our house has been treacherous since before Christmas due to the very bad weather, - 7 degrees some nights and lower.  It's like a skating rink out there, cars skidding into the ditch, cars abandoned.  Every morning we walk/slide down the drive to check the conditions of the road. It hasn't been good.

Jack with his long greyhound legs is not impressed with dancing on ice. The first time his legs went in four different directions, he got such a fright, the look on his face was very much a "what the hell was that?" look.  Rosie struggles at times too so they're almost happy not to be going for a walk.  Normally they'd be bouncing around straight after breakfast impatient to get going. Now, we struggle to the end of the drive, survey the glacial road surface and there are no protests when I turn to go back to the warm cosy house.  But it is thawing and tomorrow is looking very good.