Walkies!!

So, if I had somehow neglected to tell you already-Alaska is Bloody Cold!!! The cold is horrid; it bites your skin and tries to persuade you against being out in it for longer than ooooh, shall we say 30 seconds at a time?
However, when the sun shines and the sky is blue it's very hard to stay cooped up indoors for the entire weekend. So, on Sunday I decided to take Bindi for a little walk. She enjoys being outside, however she too hates the cold. We both donned our well padded coats and set off. She was doing very well until we reached the corner of our road, approx. 200 yards from the house, and that was more than enough for her tiny Chihuahua feet. We actually have some tiny dog shoes for her, but they seem a contradiction in point because whenever I try putting them on her she either falls over, sticks her back leg out at a 90 degree angle, or refuses point blank to move anywhere, so barefoot she must stay....
Although it was cold, the sunshine and clear sky was making me feel like it would be nice to walk a little further than 200 yards so I decided to have a compromise with my poor tiny freezing dog. I picked her up and stuffed her gently inside my coat, with my arm across my front to support her weight. This seemed to work for both of us, we kept each other warm and both enjoyed being outside in the fresh air.
We were only going around the block, and I was wandering along thinking about what I would do if a moose decided to attack. I was thinking maybe running into someone's driveway and hiding behind their car would probably be a good idea if this happened. Suddenly I heard a noise to my left, and there standing in the trees a little way up the snowy bank was a moose! Oh sh*t sh*t sh*t!!! What if it was in a murderous stomping mood? Dory was in my head singing "just keep swimming, just keep swimming..." although of course I just kept walking as swimming would not have aided me in any way at that moment.
Luckily Bindi was too busy looking the other way to notice the moose, or we may have had problems; she has the typical "small dog syndrome" in that she thinks she can take anything on, and I know she would have tried her best to cartwheel herself free of my coat and most likely annoy the moose enough with her yapping to provoke a fit of stomping.
We moved on, me casting nervous backward glances at the moose, but it decided it preferred eating trees to people at that particular moment, so all was well. We finished our walk and arrived home rosy cheeked and buzzing. Glorious.