A few days after the frost hit, we headed to the pond. We just wanted to walk our Staffordshire Terriers and admire the winter beauty of the countryside. Dogs love jumping in the snow—honestly, they have such a blast!
This is what this wonderful place looks like – a pond covered with a thick layer of ice:
And this is the coastal area with former reeds and thickets:
My husband decided to walk the youngest dog to the other bank. I was afraid at first, so I stayed on the bank. To my surprise, the older dog, Richard, was also afraid to walk on the ice. And it wasn't because I stayed, because afterward, she wandered off after him, and Rich remained on the bank. Here he is, watching Chara and my husband with (apparently sad) eyes:
If you only knew how hard I had to get Richard to cross over! I hugged him and practically started dragging him. Seeing this, my husband returned with a leash. I dragged him across the ice until he was halfway across the pond. And then he started walking on his own. His paws were slippery, of course, but he managed. Then everything was perfect—he and Chara were already walking boldly across the icy surface of the pond.
For my part, I discovered some truly beautiful moments that I couldn't help but capture. And for the first time, I saw the holes left by the fishermen in person:
At the end of our walk, Chara fell into one of the ice holes. We had to immediately pull her out, wipe her down with my husband's sweater, and quickly run home. There was no time to take photos.
But overall, I want to say that you'll never get such a wonderful vacation in the city. After all, the countryside is POWER!!! Who agrees with me?