A chronicle of life with dogs, or what you will.

By Jessi Chartier

 

Paws and salt don’t mix

The youngest in our family suffers from an identity complex: she thinks she’s a Siberian Husky. The girl won’t get out of the snow, even after the cold has cracked her paws raw. However, I think we’ve found a solution: disposable rubber booties.

Unlike the regular booties that slip right off because velcro doesn’t stand a chance against a spastastic cattle dog, these booties look and feel like really sturdy balloons. It took her a day to get used to them, but now she doesn’t even notice them on. It’s awesome.

So now our crazy baby girl can run her heart out without running her paws into a state of bleeding chaffedness. Not to mention the anthropomorphic humor that goes along with seeing a dog in the equivalent of goulashes.