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

Spud on Sunday Part XXXXII


Dog Meets Mushroom

Ok, so it is Saturday, not Sunday, Spud is a day early this week, as I can’t see how to schedule post publication in Window Live Writer. There must be away, but it is hiding from me.

I have plans to be away from my keyboard this week. I’ll be back.

In the mean time here is Spud investigating a field mushroom, that Mr Uphilldowndale found (not surprisingly) down the field .


Spud with mushroom 2-1

There must be a few lines of poetry  hidden in  the imagery  of spaniels ears and mushroom gills.  I can see it, but not say it; so I’ll leave that to the wordsmiths..

Spud with mushroom -1


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.

9 thoughts on “Spud on Sunday Part XXXXII

  1. What a nice post! And here are very beautiful photos! 🙂

  2. He’s thinking, “Should I eat it or wait for someone to throw it?”

  3. He looks incredibly skeptical – love the photo!

  4. I love Spud’s thorough investigation. Great pictures of a beautiful dog.

  5. I think that he’s wishing that it was an apple! xx

  6. The version of Windows Live Writer that I’m using has a check box in the bottom right hand corner that says “Set publish date”. If the box is checked you can choose a future date, WordPress automagically does the rest once you click publish.

  7. They use pigs to hunt truffles. I wonder if you could train Spud to hunt mushrooms? — you’d have to teach him to come on point when he found one, though, as retrieving them might not be the best plan.

  8. There’s Spud, deep in a dream of mushroom secrets, unwrapping one delicate fragrance note after another . . . or wondering whether small aliens have landed in a gilled spaceship. One of those.

  9. I see what you mean. I didn’t know they were called gills.

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