Cliff went walking with Sadie Sunday while I was preparing our Superbowl meal; he was tossing a stick for her, as usual, and threw one at the frozen pond... which turned out not to be so frozen, because Sadie broke through. No harm was done.
Today, knowing that with the temperature at 14 and the windchill at 1 the pond was frozen solid again, I decided to see if I could trick Sadie into sliding on the ice. This time the ice is smooth as glass, and it took three tries before I managed to get the stick where I wanted it, away from the banks. She obviously remembers the incident from Sunday, because she was extremely cautious about setting foot on the ice.
Despite the cold temperature, Sadie and I had a great time out there for forty-five minutes.
My daughter left a comment saying I should tell my readers that the pond is only about two feet deep, just in case someone thought Cliff had put her in danger. Believe me, if Sadie HAD been in danger, Cliff would have dived in; he knows how much that dog contributes to my happiness, and when Mama's happy... well, you know the rest.
I did once have a calf drown in a very shallow pond because once he had broken through the ice, he was trapped there.