After descending the first of those hills, we got to the river and of course Fozzie, being a dog, ran right out to the edge of the ice.
And if that photo gave any of you a strong premonition of something about to go awry, give yourself two points for an accurate sixth sense. Indeed, Fozzie fell right through the ice.
Now Fozzie is a strong swimmer, and immediately started trying to find a way out, swimming to the left of where he'd fallen in.
Off to the right the ice tapered off close to the bank, so my first thought was to try to get him to swim that way. Despite his panic, I could see him listening to us and trying to follow directions but when he turned around and swam right he got stuck in the hollow created when he fell through.
Couldn't stand watching that for long. Next thing to do was to inch out to the edge of the ice and grab him. The look of relief on his face when he saw I was going to help him was absolutely priceless and pure Fozzie. Of course then the ice broke and I joined him right in the freezing water, which fortunately was not very deep. I was able to easily boost Fozzie up onto the thicker ice, and then Florian gave me a hand and pulled me out too.
A chilly adventure! And a bonding experience with my Fozzie.
Who then decided to dry himself off by rolling around in the snow.
Which apparently worked for him, but I was soaked from sternum down. But it was too nice a day to cut short our hike, and fortunately the sun was shining and after the first few minutes I didn't feel too cold.
It was good to get up some hills and away from the water
where we could enjoy some majestic views and get a good workout trudging through the snow.
Then back down to the water's edge for a while, this time with a certain young man on his leash!