Uphilldowndale

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

Hot Dog

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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.

Hot dog-2

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.

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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.

12 thoughts on “Hot Dog

  1. Poor Spud,
    Could I be a bore and maybe suggest that a fire guard is needed!

  2. I was just thinking last night about giving Rani the dog bed I bought for her before she arrived. When we got her she was so small that I thought she would forever feel lost in it. It has a faux leather border which seems to melt infront of the hot fire, but I dread to think what a fire ball would do to it.

  3. Poor wee dog!

    We’ve had Springers in the family, and they were generally unfazed by gunshot like noises (although the last one my uncle had was terrified of pigeons for some reason).

    After an “incident” with a gas ring, our last cat lost his whiskers on one side and walked into doors and walls until they grew back!

  4. Ouch…glad that was all they lost. He looks embarrassed.

  5. Oops, life bites back. It’s sad when the world conspires to deflate a young puppy’s naivety but I am sure that maturity will bring its pleasures as well.

  6. Awww, poor Spud. Enjoy your half term.

  7. Oh, dear ~ frizzled whiskers ~and what a facial expression! It’s interesting that you had shown a photo of his whiskered face on the previous post! Where was the dampness when he needed it? 😉

  8. It’d be nice to sit in front of a log fire again, even at the risk of being frightened and scorched! xx

  9. (To the tune of “Christmas Song”)

    Hot dogs toasting by an open fire,
    Fireballs nipping on your nose,
    Anguished howls being sung by a choir,
    Aflame from whiskers down to toes . . .

    Everybody knows a log fire and some mistletoe,
    Help to make the season bright.
    Tiny pups with their eyes all aglow,
    Will find it hard to sleep tonight.

    They know that Something’s on its way;
    It’s loaded sparks and flames and whooshes on its sleigh,
    And every mother’s pup is going to spy,
    To see if spaniels really know how to fly . . .

    And so I’m offering this simple phrase,
    To Uhdds from one to ninety-two,
    Although its been said many times, many ways,
    Use the firescreen, please do!

  10. Poor little man, but he is still sooooo handsome !!! give him a massive hug and kiss from me

    Tabs xx

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