It was a really blustery day just before Christmas.  The girls were hanging the garland on the picket fence, and I was inside baking the gingerbread.   Whisper and Spring, our two Pomeranians, suddenly appeared at my feet doing what we call the potty dance.  I placed the spatula down in the bowl and grabbed my jacket and scarf and took them outside.  The winds were at the time 25 to 35 mph and I had not realized the wind was quite so strong.  Imagine a flying squirrel, as it's body just sort of flattens as the wind lifts it from a branch, well, that was a bit how it was for poor whisper.  She hit an ice patch and slid down the driveway, an suddenly her legs sprawled the wind came and up she went.  I would say she defied gravity, but then she weighs maybe 4 pounds soaking wet.  Her little eyes widened, she squealed and barked, as I ran or rather slid to her rescue.  She didn't fly to high only maybe a foot or two, but was enough to scare her.  I pulled her close to me, and she was shaking so hard, she was traumatized. Springer-dinger as we affectionately called her, stood by the garage, and waited to return to the safety of our home.  Whisper did not go out the rest of the day, she only would go to the garage and use a piddle pad.