I was in a meeting when my son called. He is a student at a Dutch university but visiting for the Christmas holidays. “Dad, please send a car, quickly!” What had happened? He had gone for a run around Hereastrau lake with his mother and our dog. This is nothing special, we run around the lake several times a week. When they came to the part close to Hard Rock Cafe they had heard a dog wailing. The dog had gotten on the ice of the part of the lake that was frozen but the ice was too thin to support its weight and he had gone through.
Never Go Skating Alone
Only his head and front paws were above water and he couldn’t pull himself out of the water on the ice. In the Netherlands this is what parents warn their children about when they go skating. When you go through the ice or you skate into a wake, there is no way you can get out by yourself. Something the poor dog was now experiencing. I would never go skating alone for that reason.
112 To The Rescue
My wife and son, realizing they would not be able to save the dog themselves, called 112 and in no time a team appeared. One of them was equipped with a wetsuit and could get to the dog and get him out. But what to do now? A terrified, totally exhausted dog, two cold runners in thin clothes and a pedigree dog 5 km from home. No use to save a dog from drowning and then let it freeze to death on shore, hence the phone call. I quickly send my driver over with the car and he took all of them home. The saved dog, an old skinny affair with a torn ear, got a warm shower and was cleaned and dried. When I got home later in the evening I found him still trembling like a leaf in the heated garage wrapped in blankets and surrounded with hot water bottles. He had already recovered enough strength to take a few steps and will probably recover fully.
What Is His Name?
This is not the first time I find a new dog when I get home. When we lived in Voluntari and had a bigger garden and the children were younger it was easier to find solutions. Those days it was puppies, saved from a certain death. I know from experience that the first step towards acceptance is to give the new dog a name. So I asked, looking at the trembling bag of bones in our garage: “Have you given him a name yet ?”
Yes, we call him….Lucky.