Well after dark the night before Thanksgiving, I walked the dogs
around our pond. They’re both reactive terriers, so I deliberately walk when
and where we won’t meet other dogs. The older dog's harness slipped off, and he
tumbled off the path, down the hill and right into the pond. Then he either
couldn't or wouldn't budge. The only way to get him out was to jump in and grab
him. I've never been in ice-covered water before. "Cold" doesn't
begin to describe it. It literally takes your breath away. Somehow, we made it out
of the pond and home again, trailing mud, sticks and leaves the whole way. Once
we were washed, dried and could feel our extremities again, I realized we were
pretty lucky to be alive. The spot where we went in was only a few feet deep, but
there are places where it’s much worse. I’ll give that icy pond a wider berth in the
future.
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