Uphilldowndale

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

Spud on Sunday XII

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Return of the naughty puppy. Spud has been an imp today, just when you think he might be ‘calming down’ his puppy ways ooze out.

He can still turn on  the charm like he did as a pup.

puppy eyes-1 

To excuse his mischief

wild eyed pup-1

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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.

11 thoughts on “Spud on Sunday XII

  1. … and he’s been breaking the ice in the pond this afternoon so that he could have a proper wallow. Despite some spin drying with Tom’s assistance, he’s had to be shut in the kitchen where he’s been airing in front of the Aga. Ahhh that “wet dog” aroma!

  2. He is beautiful, nice face and look so intelligent. With dogs as with children intelligence sometimes mean for us to be ready for many unexpected happenings. 😀

  3. Terrific photos. They never really grow up do they, mind you would we want them to! xx

  4. Precious! Love his sweet face.

  5. That puppy face is priceless. His “grown up” puppy antics will happen less and less. That’s when I begin to yearn for another puppy-I forget so soon.

  6. Count your blessings. It could be wet dog with a touch of dead skunk. We don’t wish to discuss it, any of us.

  7. Aw, look at that face! I want to kiss him on top of his head, even if he does smell like wet dog. 🙂

  8. Spud’s got what I refer to as a “Wild Hair” My white cat has one too — (and I know just which one it is, too — the one whisker out of the bunch that curls up instead of down. ) He romps about with his toys tossing them and playing footie with them and chasing the black one up and down the house like he was a mere kitten instead of an “older gentleman” of 12. I take it philosophically. He wouldn’t play and romp about like that if he wasn’t fit and in good health. I think you may have to take the same view of Spud’s antics.

  9. From what I remember, Springers tend to retain the odd ‘daft laddie’ moment well into adulthood. Lovely pictures, he was so adorable (still is, but those puppy eyes!).

  10. Although I well remember the wet dog permeation, those big brown eyes in that adorable face could melt anyone’s heart, couldn’t they? I think being impish leads to a long happy life 🙂

  11. What is it about dogs eyes? Our late Border Terrier, knowing full well what he had done, would put on his ‘Don’t shout at me, I’m cute’ face and well…what could you do? I swear he was about to cry.

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