Ooh La La!

The French have a reputation for being rather amorous – a reputation that seems to be deserved, judging by a recent encounter at the beach.

The three of us had just finished our run and were heading back to the car when we spotted a cute offlead French bulldog, and he spotted us. He had ball in his mouth, but this was quickly dropped as he eagerly approached. I’m always a bit wary when an unknown dog approaches, but I saw no signs of aggression and apparently neither did Monkey, who decided that on this occasion he would protect the pack from the front rather than from behind my legs. Monkey and the bulldog briefly greeted each other, but it became clear that Frenchie’s main focus was Daisy. The sniffing quickly went beyond bumholes, and even as his owners called to him, Daisy succumbed to the bulldog’s charms.

SHGD – Start Humping, Got Distracted

It must be noted that as Beagles following in the traditions of Beanie & Biggles, both Daisy and Monkey have some pretty odd ideas about how humping works. For starters, they’re pretty sure that most of the humping should be done by the girl, typically while the humpee (in this case Monkey) is lying on his side or spread out on the rug dismembering a toy. In theory humping while standing should also be possible, but height – or in Daisy’s case the lack thereof – is often an impediment. If the boy does any humping – and it does happen occasionally – a luxury purple sofa throw is an essential part of the process (as I’ve said countless times, Monkey is a perv and the blankie really sets him off).

Note to self: check Amazon and eBay for a Beagle-sized saddle with wide stirrups; put that on Monkey and all Daisy’s humping problems will be solved. Might be worth getting her a cowboy hat at the same time. Ride ’em cowboy, yeehaww! And all that.

Anyway, there’s Daisy lying on her side on the grass, with a randy French doglet doing the rumpy-pumpy into her ribcage. Daisy doesn’t really seem to know what’s going on, Monkey knows what’s going on but doesn’t understand how it can be happening without a luxury purple blankie, and the little French bulldog just doesn’t care. I barely had time to say “Well that’s a new experience for you isn’t it Daisy?!!” before the Frenchie’s owners arrived and unceremoniously hauled him off Daisy. Daisy seemed a bit disappointed by this and the owners apologized profusely, reeling off a long list of dogs, people and inanimate objects that their little boy had humped. I was impressed by the list and I think Monkey was keen to hear more details, but it was time get back to the car and head home, so we said our goodbyes and left it at that.

Speaking of the new Beaglemobile, Monkey now feels very comfortable in there but Daisy’s taking longer to adjust. I’m pretty sure this isn’t because it smells or sounds different to the van; it’s mostly just because Monkey often feels the need to “make the bed”, leaving Daisy slumming it on cold plastic while he lords it up on a small mountain of crumpled up vetbed material. His bed-making is so vigorous that on one occasion I became convinced there was a problem with the rear axle or suspension – until that is I saw Monkey’s big head bobbing up in the rear view mirror with a mouthful of bed. Biggles was also a keen but hugely incompetent bed-maker; did Monkey learn his “skills” from Biggles or are all Beagle boys this silly when it comes to beds?

In other news, Daisy has confirmed her reputation as a functional hunter and Monkey is learning from her. Recently she found – and with Monkey’s assistance – destroyed a mouse nest by our rear fence, and caught all the former occupants. I guess I’m just going to have to get used to doing clean-up operations, but at least our two aren’t nearly as bad as a neighbor’s terrier who once returned from a prolonged AWOL session at the local park with a deer leg in his mouth!

And finally as we’ve just tipped into October I get to dump a load of September photos :)

This photo’s been my PC desktop background for three weeks now. Sometimes Daisy is just too cute!

It’s chase time again!

Daisy’s fetch is consistently good now!

Monkey and Daisy’s default waiting position when they know it’s time for walkies

The clematis we bought for Poppy is holding onto its flowers longer than anything else in our garden

It’s chase time again, again!

And again!

And again!
Just lazing about..


Just pouncing!

Just looking handsome. It is the Monkey way.