Uphilldowndale

Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

What No Spud?

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We didn’t take Spud down to Devon with us,  we stayed overnight with friends and we felt some of his puppy ways were a bit unreasonable to foist upon them (or more accurately, their carpets!)

We missed him, we know he would have loved to charge along the beach

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There were a few dogs around, perhaps not surprisingly we spotted a Springer Spaniel having loads of un; it’s a bit like when you buy a new cars, suddenly the roads seem full of the same make and model, we keep seeing Springer’s everywhere. This is not Spud, but it looks like him, don’t you think.

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Spud spent a couple of nights back at the kennels where we was bred, he found a new friend in a similar aged labradoodle pup.

Knowing we’d be unable to get back in time to pick him up from the kennels, our neighbour kindly picked him up for us and dropped him off at home, in the kitchen, an hour or so before we were due back, the plan worked a like a dream; however it could have gone pear-shaped, as I’d  thoughtlessly left the inner cat flap set  to ‘outwards,’ so when the boys and I got home a very excited Spud was running the wall of death around the utility room having squeezed  through the cat flap from the kitchen, if he’d have managed a bit of ‘joined up thinking’ he would have realised he could also get through the cat flap in the back door and out into the big wide world, for a proper adventure.

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Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

9 thoughts on “What No Spud?

  1. Ha! I’ll bet poor Spud did manage just enough ‘joined up thinking’ to suss out that he had managed to exile himself from Eden. He was probably trying frantically to return.

  2. A more experienced dog would have sussed this out. So there can be times when it is actually easier having a puppy! That is reassuring to think about, especially as I’m feeling a little anxious about getting a young one. Has Spud been in your pond yet? I’m a bit worried about ours, not surprisingly. I have, however, created a beach at one end so it would be easier for a dog to get out of. My son took one look at it, however, and said it was now very much easier to get into!

    • Oh yes!! I don’t think a fit young dog would have any trouble getting in or out of your pond, but having had such a tragedy before, I can understand why you are worried. Our first dog never put a poor over ‘the board’ when it was in place to keep his muddy paws in the kitchen and that was all of 18ins high, our second dog Moss could have cleared the stair-gate as she could a drystone wall, but she never tried it. We are dealing with a differenrt sort of doggie brain here!

  3. Hehe – the wall ‘o’ death description brings a funny mental image to mind. Poor ole Spud. I bet he was pleased to see you back safe and sound! 🙂

  4. I always feel so bad when I have to leave my two dogs at home, and I always feel so bad for whichever friend I talk into checking in on them! My two pups are very excitable. My Springer does NOT like water – quite the opposite of the one in your photo up there.

  5. I bet poor Spud was glad to see you home. Next time you’re ‘passing’ on the way to South Devon, feel free to pop in for a cuppa! We’re on your route!

  6. Debbie will ban me from this site soon, since all the spud talk is making me want another stray from the police kennels, and the Gadget house is full! Wonderful photo.

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