It’s sleeting. It’s snowing. It’s hailing. So this is what they call a wintry mix. Bean just finished his bath and boom is raging to go outside. We quickly bundle up and venture into the elemental night.
The stoop is slick with weather blown sideways. Down one step, down two, and boomer, in front, hesitates on the fourth. Down a third. boomer steps and slips and suddenly I see the ice coating the rest of the stairs and the sidewalk below. Had boomer not warned us through her own sacrifice, had I hurriedly traversed with only bedtime on my mind, bean and I would have taken a hard, dangerous tumble. Boom, you saved us, and I will kiss your sweet frozen paws over and over again.