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

Spud on Sunday XXII


Jump for the ball; Tom and Spud playing ball, Spud would look good in a tutu  or tights I think.

Reach for the ball-1

Edit, Glo with her computer wizardry  has made this thought a reality, poor Spud what will this image do for his street cred!


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.

8 thoughts on “Spud on Sunday XXII

  1. Yay! the Spudmeister returns! I missed his cute little doggie face.

  2. Look at that form! The Cowboy is jealous. He has never reached such heights.

  3. I feel kind of bad doing this ~ but, you did have to mention it! 😉

    Sorry Spud!

  4. Such exuberance, and Glo’s picture had me laughing out loud! xx

  5. Thanks to both of you (and Spud, but he’ll never know it!) for a really good giggle!

  6. Now I want to get a tutu for my male dog!

  7. But can he catch pigeons? Our Border Terrier, an accomplished ratter, has extended his rat-catching skills to the flying rats, sorry, pigeons, that insist on shredding our brassicas. He’s caught two already. Much to everyone’s pleasure.

    • For a dog from working stock he his far less excited about birds than we imagined, he disturbed a duck on the pond this morning, and then ignored it, he was far more interested in finding his ball. I grew up with Border Terriers, they and my brother were accomplished ratters, my brother used to lie in wait in the barn, hiding under a corn sack, spade in hand!

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