Uphilldowndale

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

Spud on a Sunday part VII

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Spud  the dog is partial to buckets (and watering cans) he considers them a high value toy.

Spud and a bucket 2-1

Black flower buckets have just the right amount of ‘flex’ to put up a good, if playful fight. Not only that he can charge around with them on his head totally oblivious to what he might crash into, which is to Spuds reckoning an added bonus (he crashes into a lot of things, even when he can see where he’s going, spatial  awareness isn’t his strongest point.)

Spud and a bucket 1-1

Flower buckets are cheap and in plentiful supply, and last weeks, not matter how manically  a dog might chew at it.

Spud and a bucket-1

Our first dog, Badger also had a passion for flower buckets, after he died a neighbour commented how summer mornings just weren’t the same with out the distant sound of a plastic bucket ricocheting  around our yard.

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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 “Spud on a Sunday part VII

  1. Our older dog favoured wellington boots to thrash around – a lethal weapon if you got too near. When you are thrashing around with a wellie and let it go, it can sail up and can get lodged in any nearby tree. As humans do not see the importance of retrieval then dog has to climb.
    Leads to lots of amusing incidents when small boys climb trees and find, much to their surprise, they are joined by a dog. He, of course, surmises they might have a wellie or two up there.
    Consequence of this is, of course, that said dog cannot be contained by any normal fencing…..

  2. These photos had me laughing so much – what a joy he is. I love Spud Sundays!

  3. Can I just say that ‘Spud on a Sunday’ is rapidly becoming the highlight of my week?

  4. Oh this brought a tear to my eye – this will be the first Christmas here without our gander – Jo! I captured him earlier this year – but sadly he died in June. Here is the ref
    http://mrsnesbittsspace.blogspot.com/2010/01/z-is-for-zest.html
    can not do links!

  5. The picture with him running full force with the bucket in his head made me snort with laughter. What a personality that dog has!

  6. I always giggle to myself whenever I go to our local pet store to get food and see all these special beds and special dishes and special toys — and the $pecial price$ on them! Here’s Spud with an old plastic flower bucket charging about having a grand time, and my lot (cats) fighting happily over who gets to snooze in the cardboard box the xmas presents arrived in.
    Thanks for the photos of “The Spudster” being his own inimitable self, and letting us share his exuberant romp in the sun. I have no doubt he returned home with the sense of satisfaction that comes from a job well done, knowing he’d shown that uppity flower bucket who was boss.

  7. My neighbours’ Staffie considers watering cans to be a real and deadly threat to the well-being of his family, and reacts accordingly. His other bugbear is squirrels, who chitter at him from the shed roof, driving him to near insanity – his little legs stop him jumping high enough to do any more than amuse the little blighters.

  8. The flower bucket is his crash helmet! What a sensible dog. The Cowboy is partial to wearing potato chip bags on his face. They are not nearly so effective. Put us down, too, as Fans of Spud.

  9. It’s those ears that make me smile! xx

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