…I’m off hiking with the dogs before the game. (In a bored monotone: “Ooh, what a surprise.”) This year’s hike was, like the past three weekends, more swamp bushwhacking. This time I built a small campfire on a raised spit of land surrounded on three sides by wetland. My thighs, the fire, and Rollo’s body kept Mak warm in the cool wind.It was not the first time I’ve introduced a dog to ice. On January first of 2000, one of my rescue pit bulls slipped and was amazed by the solid, slippery surface. Rollo was also a neophyte and while he didn’t break through here, he did later, but only with one paw.