About 5 years ago I was prepairing for a trip to the middle east. I woke to hear the most plaintive cries I've ever heard. A dog had fallen through the ice in back of the house. I jumped in the boat and made like an ice breaker to the dog. Pushed the boat out on the ice then walked forward to break the ice. I was afraid I'd get bit but the dog was glad to be rescued. I have no idea how long the dog was in the lake but he wouldn't have lasted much longer. From the front legs back, he just didn't work. Totally limp in the rear.

I took him in, dried him out and warmed him up. That dog wouldn't leave my side. He had to be touching me at all times. I named him Lucky and started canvassing the neighborhood for his owner. Got bags of dog food, all kinds of dog toys and even a few offers to adopt but no owner.

Finally called the local police. Their comment was, "I think we have a match". A couple streets over a family was baby sitting the man's father's dog. He had always wanted a dog but his wife didn't. After taking care of his wife for years during an illness; she relented and suggested he get a dog. He rescued the dog from the shelter.

Ironically it was close to the end so he named it ..... Lucky.

The local paper even did an article on the rescue and reunion. Apparently dogs don't know not to tread on thin ice and I never made the trip.

1.3 A, 80 yr old, renovation summer 2017, SW VA, 2000' elevation, Shallow, Spring Fed, Little Watershed, Stock Fall '17 with LMB, BG, RESF, FHM. Indigenous: Triploid Grass Carp, Israeli Carp, GSH