Growing up in Ohio we had a five acre pond only about 20 yards from the back door. One year my beagle Pokey got in the habit of taking a shortcut across the frozen pond when returning to the house from the fields and woods beyond the pond. As spring approached naturally the ice began to thin. One day, while my mom was watching out the kitchen window Pokey started across the pond and sure enough, he went through the ice into the freezing water. Mom ran out, but before she could get there Pokey had gotten back to shore and was heading for the house across the dike at one end of the pond. Mom took him in, dried him off and he was none the worse for wear. From then on if he wanted to go play in the fields he'd trot up to the end of the dike, run across the dike at full speed, then slow to a trot again and go on his merry way. He wasn't taking any chances that the pond could grab him again.