Hot on the tale of damp dog, comes a tale of a hot dog. Mr Uhdd and Spud were sat on the rug in front of the fire the other evening, when something went WOOOOOSSSHHHHHH within one of the logs and out into the room shot a large flame, giving the pair of them a bit of a fright. It scorched Mr Uhdd’s trousers and took out Spud’s whiskers.
Spud was a bit hesitant to be left alone in the room for the rest of the evening, but seeing as he is from working stock, something that sounds like gun fire isn’t going to faze him too much and he’s back in pole position by the fire, chewing on lumps of coal given the opportunity.
My efforts to get out and about in the hills with the camera have been a bit stifled of late, this weekend I’ve been on a course, setting out before it was light and getting back after it was dark. Seeing as we needed to travel across two counties to the venue and I being the only one that could transport 6 people in one vehicle I was nominated driver, I’m feeling a bit jaded today. But it is half term, excellent.