I'm told that spring is on its way, but I'm not entirely sure I believe that. If this past week has been any indicator, we've just entered the next ice age. I expect a Scrat to start darting around my yard looking for the last acorn in the county. Seriously, even the wooly mammoths don't want to be out wandering around in this stuff. My not-so-wooly dogs are not so happy at all. The smaller ones are dancing on icy puppy paths trying to keep no more than two paws on the ground at any one time. Ok...that is kind of funny in a canine-ballerina kind of way.