I always have some hesitation skiing with my dogs. I had run over Rio enough times that stitches were required. Every time I see blood on the snow it reminds me. These days I give myself a break from that anxiety.
I still ski backcountry but without dogs. Sometimes it’s good to slow down enough to notice what you might miss. Snowshoes can take you places that skis cannot or at least where I don’t want to go. I once saw a set of rabbit tracks suddenly transform into a perfect impression of the wings that had carried the poor creature heaven bound.
You know it’s cold on those paws too, best to carry Musher’s Secret Wax to protect them from the ice and snow.
Get out there and explore your world.