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

Spud on Sunday Part XXXXV


Poor Spud, he isn’t getting as much fun and games as he’d like.

Spud window seat-1

Mr Uphilldowndale has been at hospital six out of the last seven days (come to think of it so have I!) to tend to his wounds and  get his medication on track to deal with the DVT. So the  huge chunk of time that has taken, along with the  shortening daylight hours, the day job  and domestic chores to tend too  means that for Spud (and blog)  play time has been in short supply, but he’s being a patient dog.


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 Sunday Part XXXXV

  1. There’s an air of supressed energy about that pose – like a coiled spring, ready to let loose on command.

    • Command? Ahh right, that would imply some level of control??
      Do you remember the toy frogs on a spring and a suction cup (you’ll be too young I imagine) you pressed the frog down and you never quite knew when it was going to spring into the air… that’s our spud.

      • Too young *splutters* I think not, m’dear. Those were a staple at family Christmas dinners for years. Supplied by a naughty grandpa, they could be relied upon to end up in the wine, the gravy boat, the coal fire (once, and there were tears) or even the dog’s bowl.

      • The Cowboy and I are enchanted by the frogs. Miss Puss is horrified–she’s sure they’d land on her and that would never do. Miss Sadie thinks there is far too much going on over there at once and sends you waves of terrier empathy. She is a better person than I am.

        You must be ready to climb up on the roof and shriek. You won’t of course–that would be me–but you’ll just keep on keeping on, doing what needs to be done. When this particular siege is over I hope you get a nice restorative week off somewhere delicious.

  2. I bet you’re exhausted. Sending you both a cyber hug…(which I hope is warmer than it sounds when it reaches you!) and an ear scratch for Spud!

  3. He’s looking rather pensive, and I’m sure I can hear him sighing! xx

  4. You do have your hands full – hope all ends well. Lovely shot of Spud . . . ‘tho a bit surprised that Mr. UHDD isn’t in the window beside him, also hoping to go out and play!

  5. He definitely looks like he realizes he’s on the wrong side of that door! Hope things are back to normal for him–and the rest of you–very soon.

  6. I would pick him up to play with Sweet Pea if it weren’t for that pesky ocean and continent in the way… 🙂 Best wishes for a full recovery to Mr. UHDD.

  7. I hope Mr. UHDD is more on the mend now. Adding one more thing to a busy life throws everything off balance. I see Spud as being none too pleased by his less than perfect life. My dog is giving me that same look right now. Best get out to temper his energy.

Come on, join in.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s