So, this ice stuff really sucks. Dad took me out last night before bed, and when I came in he whipped off my paws. That's when he noticed I was bleeding, so he took me straight to mom. Sure enough, the mean old ice cut my legs up!!! So, as soon as I saw Mom turn on the "concerned face," I started crying like it really hurt, because I got a LOT of sympathy. So mom cleaned my cuts and put medicine stuff on them. Then she yelled at me for venturing out into the icy parts of the yard! And said I was going out in my boots from now on. Ugh, I hate those boots. Anyway, no real concern here... I'm fine. Just a few cuts and scratches that I'll milk as long as possible!
No pictures of my big night... so I'll leave you with one of my handsome face.