Ice pug-cades

Winston the Wonder dog was in rare form this morning. He was going on a ride! (Twitch of tail, lick of lips) Yes, a ride! (Snort to clear mucus from tiny little nose), Do you want to go on a ride? (Head tilt, snort, twitch, run to door, look back over shoulder)...

When the door opens, he races out, sideswiping the opener-person, and does wild laps around the nearest vehicle. Or, attempts to.

Today, the morning began with a thick sheet of ice on everything, results of a night long freezing rain. Even the sides of the cars were glazed with ice. Which makes high speed laps dangerous to humans, but hilarious for Pugs. Even more so when the Pug in question is wearing red and white checkered long johns with a trap door at the butt.

Winston realized his problem at the first turn, which did not go the way he anticipated. He slid wide, skittering madly, his rear end passing his face. He looked over at the offending part like it was a rival driver in a drag race. He scrabbled even faster with his front paws. No luck. Now his front end was doing something strange, turning slowly away from the rest of him.

He made the turn, missing the nearby truck by mere inches, and passed by his shrieking audience; red, white, black; red, white, black. We laughed until our sides hurt at the sight of the poor black child in the dim morning grayness spinning on the ice.

Which made him get all silly and show-offy. He made multiple laps then, enjoying it for its craziness and class clown potential, deliberately spinning out on his tummy, tongue lolling and eyes wild.

Early morning ice-pug-cades.