The dog encounters, for the first time, an icy pond.
Today we discovered ice on the pond. The dog has never seen that. She kept walking in on crunching ice, and backing up as the ice cracked, realizing she was too heavy for the thin ice.
Then she smelled something better than ice: white bread! Someone had left some slices for the ducks, but my greedy dog gobbled up about four of them before I could leash her.
There was still some out on the ice when we left, but our friend Barney the white terrier was on his way, so it may have been gobbled up too. He's a bit lighter on his feet and could reach the icy reaches with the choice bread.
