It’s true: the boy who has been the target of countless Monkeycide attempts throughout his life, has just had his fifth birthday. The current Book of Beagle Law requires that boys get one day of birthday celebration for each year they’ve lived, so the Monkster has just completed five days of special treats, extra sniffy walks, and not being particularly told off (or at least getting an apology after an off-telling).
So how does Monkey v5.0 compare to previous versions? I would say he’s got quite a bit smarter of late – or at least more tactical. He’s always liked to play with treats before consuming them, but when Daisy’s Beagle appetite came on line he either had to forego the play phase or face having his treat stolen; the new improved Monkey has realised that if he hangs back when treats are handed out, he gets a moment of privacy to indulge his playful whims while Daisy goes sprinting down to the bottom of the garden and searches for the perfect dining spot. He applies the same strategy to exiting our bedroom on a morning; Daisy dashes out – excited to meet the world – but Monkey hangs back, knowing that eventually I’ll have to lure him out with a treat.
The other thing that’s changed recently is that he becomes very horny, woofy and confused when some one or some thing brushes his back in a certain way. It all started with Susan covering him with one of the purple sofa blankies for a laugh; he felt stirrings from the experience, his tail went bolt upright, he became wild-eyed and he woofed. In short order it became a “thing” with him and and he would brush by Susan’s preferred sofa to try to get under the blanket. Not to be left out, Daisy has tried get in on the “blankie experience”, but she always ends up with a look on her face that says “OK, even by Monkey standards, that’s just weird.”
Since then, other things have caused the same pattern of arousal: a coat hanging from the back of a chair, the open flap of a big cardboard box, and most recently the lower branches of one of our hazel trees. Basically anytime we hear a particularly silly sounding woof from Monkey, it’s a fair bet that he’s been aroused by some inanimate object that brushed has back. I’ve said on all his previous birthday posts that the Monkster is a perv, and he still is, it’s just that the outward manifestation of that perversion changes year to year. Let’s face it, when it comes to Beagles we always get the weird ones :D
A few more birthday shots of our boy and his little sis:


It’s one thing when we get arousal woofs indoors or in the privacy of our garden, but Monks.. this branch is on a public trail!

And if this sunflower droops it too will cause an inappropriate Monkey moment!

You’re weird Monks, and we love you. Happy Birthday you silly boy!


































