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It has been cold in the Chicago area. Really cold. I let my four dogs outside to do their business and within minutes, the two Dalmatians are hobbling back to the door because their pink pads are frozen. The two mixes adore the snow and can wrestle in it for hours. Ginger Peach even likes to scoop up the snow with her long snout and toss it over her shoulder like a tiny brindle elephant. Me, I fantasize about the mild winters down south as I layer on the clothing and coats Christmas Story-style before heading out to do my weekly duty: winter poop pick up. Chiseling out frozen brown treasures and narrowly sidestepping yellow snow patches are not exactly my idea of fun. It wouldn't be so bad if I picked up on a daily basis but when the temps plummet, it's all I can do to hussle from hot house to lukewarm car much less wander in circles around a half-acre yard with a poop bag for a mitten. Any suggestions on how to make this winter chore more bearable?