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

Spud on Sunday Part LXXII


Spud the dog has been very, very naughty.

No,  I know what you are thinking,thankfully it is not the precious new lounge carpet that has been on the receiving end of his mischief.

It was my brand new,  fresh out of the box, girly, suede shoes, my beautiful delphinium blue* shoes, with ribbons and everything; purchased specifically to wear at a wedding this weekend.

The house is littered with shoes, ancient slippers, flip flops, school shoes,  fell shoes, Crocs. But no, it was my new shoes that Spud felt he had to make his mark upon by chewing the heel. Grrrrrrr.

Blue suede shoe-1 

I managed to find the strip of leather he’d peeled off on the landing and between us and a tube of glue Mr Uphilldowndale and I managed to mould them back into neatness.  We suspect this and  Spuds other mischievous acts this week are related to the fact that Tom has been away…

Of course in the grand scheme of things,  the tidiness of my shoes made not a spot of difference to what was a lovely wedding, the service was in the chapel  at Exeter College in Oxford

Exeter College -1

( I couldn’t find Inspector Morse anywhere)

Exeter -1

the college is steeped in history and  the chapel is lit by glorious stained glass.

Exeter College Oxford -1

The reception was in the Fellows garden.

Fellows Garden Exeter College 1-1

* When I managed to buy shoes and jacket to exactly match my chosen dress, in the space of half an hour in our local market town, everyone said how lucky I was; but of course luck had nothing to do with it, I was simply complying with the fashion worlds yarn buyers agenda. 

Mind you looking in the chapel, perhaps yarn buyers have been around for a few centuries, I’ve seen that shade of blue somewhere before.

this seasons blue -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.

14 thoughts on “Spud on Sunday Part LXXII

  1. ohhh … who is spuds … maybe he needs to be fed … my sister says that if she puts oi that her dog doesn’t like the smell of on her heels he doesn’t chew

  2. Oh, wow, that chapel is beautiful!
    I think I’d rather have a shoe-chewing pet. My cat likes to chew the adapter cords for our laptops 😦

  3. Of all the footwear he could choose,
    Spud settled on the wedding shoes!
    Brand new they were, a lovely hue
    to match an outfit dressed in blue.
    He left his mark whereon he chewed
    and watched his mistress come unglued…
    Oh, Spud you naughty, naughty dog!
    I’ll write about you in my blog
    where I will post the big reveal
    of how you learned to master “Heel”

  4. Poor Spud being in the doghouse, and not even a picture of him looking contrite!
    Thank goodness your pretty shoes could be repaired for you to enjoy what looks, and sounds, like a really lovely day.
    Glo’s brilliant poem made me smile! xx

  5. Oh, poor Spud–missing his boy so much he has to resort to chewing beautiful new shoes.

  6. Oh, I sympathize with you… I know the feeling, beagles are great chewers too. But one thing I must say in favour of Spud : he has good taste 😉

  7. Having suffered in a similar fashion 30 years ago with my wife’s nightie that was hanging on a washing line, we continue to laugh about it even though the offending spaniel died 10 years ago – around about the time the nightie was eventually consigned to the rag bag – the original dog damage having increased in size to the extent that important bits of my wife were in her view ‘far too readily available !!!’
    We now have a four month old Cocker who is constantly reminding us of his digging capabilities – which is ironic as we christned him ‘Doug’ before his enthusiasm for gardening was apparent.

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