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🐕Dog Walking, Training and Pet Sitting: Tails of Christmas Past

On a crisp, frosty morning, I started my day by stepped outside with Bandit, who usually spends his summer days belly-flopping into every puddle he can find. Today, the puddles weren’t the familiar squishy playgrounds—they were frozen, gleaming sheets of ice, glinting in the early sun like tiny mirrors.

Bandit approached cautiously, his nose twitching and his paws crunching over the frost. Then, in true Bandit fashion, he leapt forward and thrust his front paws down, expecting the satisfying splash he knew so well. Only, instead of water spraying everywhere, there was… nothing. Just a thin, stubborn sheet of ice. Beneath it, the puddle had vanished, absorbed by the thirsty ground. Not sure about the result, he tried again and again with all the puddles he could find.

After several attempts he looked at me, bewildered, as if I had played a trick on him. Then, with the poise of a seasoned detective, he pawed again and again at that last puddle, finally resigning himself to the reality that winter puddles were a whole new adventure.

Watching him figure it out—the crunch of ice under his paws, the steam of his breath in the cold air—I felt a warm flicker in my chest—it all whispered, winter is here, and it’s magical.

By the time we headed back inside, cheeks rosy and boots dusted with frost, I couldn’t help but laugh. Bandit may miss his summer puddles, but in their icy replacements, he had discovered a whole new kind of joy—and I had rediscovered that unmistakable holiday feeling, right there in the field behind his house.

If your dog loves puddles—summer or winter—let me help them enjoy every adventure! And I’d love to hear about your furry friend’s funniest frozen puddle moments—share your stories in the comments or tag me in your posts!