Her Royal Highness Princess Beanie at 15

We’ve been describing The Beanster as 15 years old to other dog walkers for a couple of months now, but in reality she only had her 15th birthday a few days ago.

Most people who meet her have a hard time believing she’s that old, particularly now that – on the advice of a behaviorist (more on that in a moment) – we’ve been giving her a low dose daily painkiller. She’s become more frisky, more active and playful, and unfortunately, more of a stroppy, entitled little madam.

But let’s roll back to the behaviorist part. We called in professional help because Beanie is still having difficulty accepting the pups, especially the extra large one with the fully intact pocket billiards set.

They’re all great on walks, they’re fine in the garden and when we’re doing well established routines (pre-walk prep, mealtimes, tooth-brushing and such), but at other times – especially at night in the lounge – Beanie has been showing signs of being rather disgruntled.  She paces, she woofs and occasionally she grumps whenever Monkey is present. In many ways we can’t blame her; Monkey is a big active boy who could easily hurt an elderly lady by accident, and it’s understandable that she’d want to keep an eye on him and keep him in his place. That said, as we head into winter we really need the two of them to get on better, so we consulted a well-respected behaviorist to help us make that happen.

The first part of the session was just an exchange of information with all the Beaglets still tucked up in their crates. We told the behaviorist about all the steps we’d taken to keep Monkey and Poppy from being a pests to our older dogs, including giving Beanie exclusive access to our second lounge, complete with its own private decked balcony – a facility that became known during the summer as “Beanie’s Penthouse Suite”.

Yes Dad, this appears to be fitting for a pupplet of my standing

Is any of this stuff edible, and if not, why not?

Yes, a spoiled Beagle girl could get used to this…

The behaviorist seemed to approve of all that – especially the penthouse suite – and she nailed all of the reactions we’d been seeing from Beanie, and correctly predicted our reactions to those reactions, if you know what I mean. The advice she left us with was to keep Monkey separate from Beanie on evenings for a while longer and work on getting him to be calmer and less prone to excitement. She also picked up on the way Beanie was sitting and thought that she might be having low level discomfort due to her advancing years, which could be contributing to her irritability. A course of mild daily pain relief was suggested, and since we’ve been doing that and the other things, tension in the house has been steadily dropping. The painkillers have brought about the most noticeable change, seemingly restoring Beanie’s confidence for things like jumping onto the sofa, dancing at mealtimes and so on. It’s great to see her back on form, but with that restored confidence we’re also seeing more of the naughty, demanding little madam that was a feature of the younger Beanie.

We’re going to have our work cut out keeping that in check and getting her closer to accepting Monkey the way that Biggles has done.  Other than a bit of competitive pooing on walks, The Bigglet pretty much ignores the pups and they leave him alone (possibly because they think he’s a bit weird). One thing they can all agree on is that Beanie’s new birthday present is seriously comfy.

A big donut bed. Biggles likes it..

Poppy and Monkey like it..

..and Beanie loves it.