mister stopped in the crosswalk by the museum and held his paw up. i yelled, you can't stop there, mister. he hobbled over and i pried ice rocks from his webbed pads. then he smiles and runs a little and rolls. a little further on he stops, holds up his paw. so i put his salt socks on. he just stands still. you can move mister. he lifts his front feet high splays his steps like a clown. a minute later he goes oh yeah and he's off and running.