I’ve done some thinking lately. There is a tremendous gap in my Blog: It’s the story of an amazing, very special Boxer and Veronica’s first Love.
Let’s go back in time to the 70s (anti war, anti convention, alternative education etc) when Veronica was living with NdC. They were very young at the time when she began her first job as a preschool teacher while he studied at university.
For some obscure reason, Veronica absolutely wanted a dog! (Baby craving?) Her mother tried to dissuade her, “Too much responsibility”, “You’re young, free, enjoy your life”…she feigned deafness.
“We’ll get a Boxer” she declared, NdC suggested a Newfoundlander (I know, ridiculous). Veronica, being bossy already at that young age, left no room for negotiations.
Let me introduce: Ficelle du Rosselet, born May 3rd 1976. (FYI: NdC is today the happy owner of TWO Boxers… just saying)
Boxers had, at the time, cropped ears and tails and their noses were longer than today’s standard. Veronica had specifically asked the breeder to leave the ears “au natural”.
Ficelle was an adorable puppy. Veronica and NdC spent the warm summer at her mother’s home, surrounded by a huge garden.
In the house lived Veronica’s sister’s Boxer, Chicko Du Rosselet…
…and a Poodle, Donna.
Chicko was not particularly thrilled, to say the least, by the arrival of this tiny little blimp. However, after a grumpy start he became a wonderful mentor and taught Ficelle all the secrets and tricks to become a perfect guard dog.
Donna was “The Queen of the castle” and bossed everyone around.
Chicko and Ficelle soon became best friends.
Veronica loved that pup. On the first evening, NdC proclaimed that “Dogs should not sleep in the bedroom”, and put Ficelle in her basket, outside their door.
After about 30 seconds of desperate puppy cries Veronica picked up her baby, took her back to the room, and forcefully stated “My puppy is not to cry at night”.
The sleeping arrangements were never discussed again.
Ficelle grew up to become a fun, active Boxergirl.
After the summer break, back in the city, Ficelle accompanied Veronica to her job, in the preschool.
She was gentle and sweet with the children who adored and respected her. The parents were delighted, and there was never any problem through the years.
Today, bringing your dog to work in a school seems irresponsible.
Veronica joined the local Boxer club. “Ficelle needs a good education”. I think she just wanted to give orders, and boss everyone around, she’s a natural.
However the club did not live up to expectations. Veronica disapproved of their training methods, “too military”. It mostly consisted on yelling the orders, tugging at the leash and pats as reward.
Even though she was very young, and the educators all men, she did it her way: much love, fun and loads of treats. She ignored their snide commentaries, and silly jokes. (She was a 70s feminist).
Ficelle was very smart, and a quick learner she loved the training sessions and performed every order with joy and rapidity, always above expectations. Reluctantly even the macho Boxer club lot had to admit she did well.
They especially appreciated Ficelle’s personality, and asked Veronica to start training as a “Schutzhund”. However this kind of training clashed with her “no violence” spirit so she refused.
The selected father would be, “Henek von Hofmannstal”, Frau Hofmann was already active and well known in the milieu. (NdC’s opinion on the “Let’s have puppies plan” is unknown).
Ficelle was an amazing guard dog. She not only protected the house but kept Veronica safe during night strolls. She had taught her the order “Méchant Monsieur”, (mean man), which was Ficelle’s cue to bark.
(Probably a side effect of her Feministic views).
She was a friendly dog and loved people, especially children. But nobody was to hurt her wonderful Veronica.
Her relation to other dogs could be a little tricky. There were no puppy classes or socialisation training at the time, and dog encounters could get a little “loud”, to say the least.
Thanks to her amazing obedience and flawless recall, this aspect of her personality was never a problem.
Veronica and NdC decided it was time to have a baby. “A baby with the puppies, that’ll be cool” Veronica told everyone.
There was definitely a 70s vibe over this young couple’s lifestyle. A Baby and Puppies…Really?? And don’t get me started on their wedding! Just 3 words needed: Heavily pregnant, Indian dress and clogs!
What were these 70’s kids thinking?
Sadly, poor Ficelle had to undergo two surgeries within six months, Ligament and Meniscus. All puppy plans were called off.
Baby Z was born, Veronica put her on the floor and let Ficelle get acquainted. From that day on her prime duty was to keep an eye on that baby…
…wherever the Baby was you could find the Dog, lying down very close.
It was a happy time, Ficelle’s health problems were over. They lived in the country and every single day…
…out they went…
…rain or shine.
It was a loving relationship, and Little Z adored her pup.
The family grew and, Baby M was born. Being a true Swedish mother, Veronica let the baby nap in the garden (winter too).
Ficelle stayed close to that stroller and…
…wherever Baby M was, you could find the dog. Gentle and sweet, loving and protecting.
One autumn, Ficelle’s health deteriorated, the Veterinarian couldn’t find the cause and one morning, the day after Veronica got back from a vacation, Ficelle had left for Fairyland, 9 years old.
Her cherished person was home, she could leave in peace.
Ficelle was a very special Boxer, she was extremely smart and loyal. But most of all she was my first Boxer love and her devotion to me had no limit.
Today is my Birthday. I’m 8 years old. I’m lingering in my comfy chair, dreaming about this special day. I have high hopes.What fun activities have they planned? Perhaps an excursion, or a play date?
Oh I forgot… Dennis is in quarantine, he just got back from San Francisco, he’s stuck at home. That means no excursion, damn it!
Incidentally, I was thrilled to pick him up at the airport, finally, after five weeks away he was coming home. Now you’d think Dennis would be interested in how his Long Lost Boxer girl had been. Well, I’ve got news for you: he wasn’t!
The only thing he could talk about was little Baby J, his grandson. It was Baby J this, Baby J that, and “He’s the cutest”, “He’s soooo adorable”…etc… it went on the whole way back home…and hasn’t stopped since.
He’s shown a picture of Baby J to everyone, whether they’re interested or not, the viewing is mandatory.
Honestly becoming a grandparent alters peoples minds and priorities. They all seem to think their grandchildren are the smartest, the most gorgeous and are bound to win a Nobel prize. We know Veronica is hopeless on that matter, but I’d hoped Dennis would act more dignified.
I do love the family babies, they’re all very cute, and that’s all well and good as long as everyone remembers I was here first! Also these Grandparents, i.e. Dennis and Veronica, need to stop this nutty behaviour. It’s embarrassing.
I was slightly annoyed when the B-day started like any old whatever day with a long walk in the woods.
Come think of it there’s probably an amazing surprise waiting for me when we come home. Yes of course, it makes total sense, get the Birthday girl out of the house and then….
…nothing, nil, zilch! What’s going on here? I haven’t even got the “Now that you’re 8 you have to act your age” talk. I’m seriously concerned.
Suddenly, Veronica calls me; “Felicia, we’re going to see Dr L”. What’s that now? Did I hear her right? Going to the Dr?? ON MY BIRTHDAY??!! Seriously? Don’t get me wrong, I love Dr. L and all, but on any other day, not my birthday.
Apparently I have to have an 8 Years Old check up. Is that Veronica’s idea of Birthday fun? What’s wrong with her? I’m furious!
Dr L on the other hand, is very happy to see me, my anger abated slightly, (I mean it’s not his fault Veronica’s lost her mind) As a matter of fact his whole team greets me warmly.
Clearly I’m a celebrity over here, what with my 4 surgeries, they adore me, as well they should. I’m a very special Boxer girl. “Felicia the Brave Medical Hero”.
Dr L does a thorough check up. My general condition is good and he cannot find any new tumours.
He’s especially happy with my muscles after my two knee surgeries. The rehab therapy and our long walks did the job. I’m like a body builder.
Dr L mentions my zen attitude, what can I say, this is not my first rodeo!
Veronica and Dr L talk, and talk, and talk… no surprise here, Veronica is a compulsive chatter, she talks to perfect strangers all the time, on walks, with sales assistant, or taxi drivers, etc.
The absolutely amazing thing is that they always end up pouring out their life story to her, in every detail! After a ride to the airport of 20 m, she knew all about the Taxi driver’s family, the problem with his MIL, his baby daughter, the house he wants to buy, etc. Insane!
Meanwhile they learn nothing about her. Right now though, a little attention for the Birthday girl wouldn’t hurt!
We chill for a bit at our community beach, it’s beautiful down here, the view of the city and the Jura mountains is wonderful. Not really an excursion but at least it’s fun.
Back home there’s finally some normality to this unworthy day, Veronica takes the traditional Birthday Pic.
Look at me, sweet, lovely, perfect posture, with the fancy red ribbon. I’m just gorgeous, if I may say so. Come to think of it I should have a crown, yes a B-Day Crown!
I am the “Queen of the Castle” after all!!
From that moment on, everything follows the “Birthday Rules” in the established, strict order. (At least Veronica hasn’t totally lost her mind)
I get my gifts. The package was delivered today, from Germany, from “Sabro”.
It’s a cool Lama! I love cuddly toys. What? Yes, I know that I have a bunch of them already, so what? Like there’s a rule? BTW it’s very insensitive to bring up this matter right now (or at any other time as a matter of fact)!
There’s a Box of yummy treats too. Veronica gave me a few right away. Usually I have to perform some trick first, very strange, do I sense a little guilt here?
My cake is the best, with candles and all.
It tastes just delicious. Dennis is very shocked at the speed I gulp it down. I have to hurry, you never know, a racoon might sneak in and steal it.
This day did not live up to expectations. Even though I got a gift, a cake and my traditional pic. I’m still very disappointed. I wonder if there is a “Dog Union” where I could file a complaint?
On the plus side, I didn’t get the “Now you have to act you’re age” talk. In other words, I can behave just like I want! I’ve been told we’ll go on a fun excursion, as soon as Dennis is out of quarantine.
That is, if he can take his eyes off those pics of Baby J.
It has come to my attention that “Some People” think I’m spoiled! When asked, Dennis just laughed, “What kind of question is that? Of course she is”!
On what grounds can “People”, (and Dennis), let such a rumour circulate! Who are these “People”? Do they actually know me?? Never judge a book by it’s cover, they say.
I suggest we take a close look at my my life, so these “People”, whoever they are, can see that I’m just a normal, average dog!
I have a few beds, yes, but they all serve very different functions.
The “New bed”, is located by Veronica’s computer, so I can give her moral support with her online activities but most importantly, protect her from intruders.
The “I keep guard” bed is strategically located in the entrance hall. Highly necessary to secure the family, I’m a guard dog, remember?
What? NO, I cannot lie on the floor!! I need to do my job in acceptable conditions. The floor…what a disgrace for a Guard dog of my rank.
The “Basket Bed” is in the living room. Lately, however, I have not been able to use it…
…Little L has taken over, it’s now known to be “Mitt hus” (My house), or even “Min båt” (my boat). You’d think Veronica would dissuade her, but no. Little L is the Princess of the Castle.
(BTW I’m the Queen, just to make things perfectly clear!)
The “Upstairs bed” is where I supervise the back and forth of the staircase.
The guest room is strategically situated on my right. The “Veronica & Dennis Residence” offers complimentary protection services from the local guard dog: Felicia v d Andreashöhe (Me!)
The”Bedroom Bed” is for nights. I love to be close to Veronica. How else will I be able to protect her?
All my beds are from Cloud7. I’ve tried a few other brands. What happened to those? They exploded under mysterious circumstances.
Lately, however, I have sneaked up on the armchair at night, I don’t think Veronica has spotted me. I’m really well hidden.
My comfortable Travel Mat, perfect outside and inside.
This is my “Wait for Dinner mat” (AKA my “Time out mat” but that’s irrelevant in this context.)
Some dogs whine and stare at their masters for food, no point doing that with Veronica. She just ignores me (Trust me, I’ve tried the “whining thing”).
I go to my “Dinner mat” to wait patiently. (Like I have another choice?)
This is my “Walk-in” closet. I have a number of gorgeous leashes. I can see what you’re thinking…probably something close to “OMG that’s insane”! Now let’s get some perspective here, most of those were bought for my Lego.
And there is an explanation:
Veronica has traveled a lot to the US and always brought back a new leash or a collar. Her story is that it’s “Much cheaper and fun” there. I wonder…
Here are a few examples:
Festive: “Halloween”, “Valentine”, “X-Mas”. Sport series; “The Yankees”, “The Giants”. Universities: “Stanford”, “Harvard”. Fun: “Star Wars”, “Leopard” “Glow in the dark” and also a few plain coloured ones to match her outfits (I know, how vain is that?).
Side note: How many shoes do you own? Yes, I thought so.
Veronica mostly uses three meter long leashes bought in Sweden. “It’ll give you a little freedom” (IOW keeps me from sneaking off in the fields to dig).
How can she even use the word “freedom” in this context? I’m on a leash!!
My toy box. Apparently “Lynch Bages” is a fancy wine, Veronica won the 12 bottles at a lottery.
You think I have too many Toys? Some are gifts from lovely people, Santa and the Easter Bunny.
Truth told, there’s another bag of toys in the basement, you see Veronica changes them every month. So I don’t get bored, that’s why I need so many, it makes total sense.
Dennis has a soft spot when it comes to me and my sweet “love you Dennis” look. (FYI not begging! Just my natural charm, apples and oranges here) “Are you hungry Felicia? Here, have a little piece”.
(Works all the time!)
Veronica is immune to any of my vast repertoire of looks.
My personalised bag, a gift from Veronica’s friend VT. So sweet of her. Here we store a few of my belongings and we use it for traveling.
It also contains my more than embarrassing rain coat!! Yep, I can see you agree, I got it on my Birthday, remember? What kind of Birthday gift is that? I ask you???
I look ridiculous. Veronica, on the other hand, thinks I look “Chic”.
On a less embarrassing level, my winter coat. I don’t need a winter coat!! This is not Sweden! Even Veronica’s sister, SPS, (and she is a veterinarian behaviourist, mind you), says so!
But does Veronica listen to her? Her own sister! NO, it’s “Oh Felicia, you might freeze and you look gorgeous”…. Says who???
Veronica even tries to sweet-talk me by telling me these are Cloud7 coats. Like that’s going to make things better. Well, I’ve got news for you: it doesn’t!
Every day we go for long walks, mostly in the woods. Just plain walks, like any normal dog.
Shall we sum up? You’ve probably already made up your mind.
A Bed…or two, a few leashes, some toys, everyday walks…in other words just a normal “Ms ordinary average Boxer’s” life, nothing more.
Now look at me, is this the look of a spoiled Boxer girl?
What’s that now? “You don’t want to hurt my feelings but you think I’m little spoiled?” Did you even read my story properly…oh you did, did you…
Well, I’m deeply hurt and…whatever…anyway, I don’t have time for this nonsense…
…I’m exhausted and need to sleep and rest in the armchair Veronica arranged for me with a soft “SOCIETY” blanket.
It’s the holiday season and I’m very stressed and worried. Two things are keeping me awake at night.
1) What with the Covid situation, Santa might get sick. He won’t be able to travel. If so, what will happen to all my gifts? (Oh, and other people’s gifts too, I guess.)
2) A few, very rare, embarrassing “incidents”, occurred during the past year. I’m a tiny bit worried Santa might just misunderstand those events and put me on the Naughty list
1) I was very relieved when we, that is Dennis and I, heard Dr Fauci on CNN tell all the children that he himself had vaccinated Santa. Great, I love Dr Fauci, he’s cool.
2) It’s common knowledge that Santa sees EVERYTHING, so no point denying facts. But please, Santa, let me explain.
I did take the bibs. Thing is, MC told Veronica they’re not all that great. To my ears it goes “Felicia this is for you to play with”.
How was I to know she wanted to keep them.
Who in their right mind keeps wood in the living room? It is, supposedly, to build the fire, but c’mon, any dog in their right mind would have grabbed them, right?.
The “Paperwork”: I ultimately feel I did Veronica a favour by shredding. Obviously, had I known these particular papers were “very important”, I would have left them on the table.
Surely Santa, you see my side of the story, a simple misunderstanding?
And the other day…hmm..on second thought…no need to continue. Let’s just say nothing I might have done deserves to figure on the Naughty list.
Little L came to stay with us for a few days. She was very happy to help Veronica with the whole “X-Mas decoration insanity” that we have going on in this house… EVERY YEAR!
And of course: THE MUSIC! Dennis and I are going insane, he has taken to shutting the door to his office. I’m seriously considering joining him, behind that closed door.
Little L, on the other hand is thrilled, “Mer music som Nennis talar” (More music like Dennis talks, English ). It’s probably in her genes.
The X-Mas tree was, as always, too big and to be trimmed before taken into the living room. Why on earth can’t they just buy a smaller tree?
Veronica’s the culprit, I know it. (I might have mentioned this once…or twice, but she’s, what’s the word again….oh yes: bossy!)
She bought Little L a lovely party dress and now she’s ready.
Every year, I want to participate in the “Decorating the tree” activity. No, it’s just “Felicia don’t steal the ornaments…again”.
Yes, I sometimes borrow, (not steal) ornaments on the tree to play with, no harm done.
When the house looked festive and all decorations up, the doorbell rang. I couldn’t believe my eyes, an early delivery from Santa, for me. Felicia v d Andreashöhe!
From Cloud7 no less! WOW! What can that be?
Little L was as excited as I was. We unpacked the big box, and can you believe this, I got…
…a super comfy new bed.
And a new shiny bowl, no more of that ridiculous weird “eat slowly” Bowl. You finally heard me Santa.
Then things got a little out of hand…I got carried away and thought more presents were for me. As it happens, they weren’t. Veronica was furious.
What do I care, I already got mine, also whatever I do now doesn’t count. Everybody knows that Santa starts his list on January first.
This year, there was a “Covid safe restricted party”. Veronica (who love rules), set up a special message group for the purpose, with clear, very strict instructions.
Sofas and chairs were pulled far apart, outdoor furniture added. Each family sat together and were not allowed to wander around. Everybody agreed on wearing masks when not eating or drinking.
A window was kept open (Regardless if people were cold, and got pneumonia.) Everyone was told to wear appropriate clothes and that blankets would be available. There was to be no singing or dancing. (To the great relief of several members).
EC took on the role of Santa’s helper, distributing the gifts.
Amazingly enough it all worked out perfectly well, everybody followed the strict guidelines.
Incidentally, you need to know, we’re talking about Veronica’s family, they all have the “We must follow the rules” and the “law and order” gene. (The opinion of the plus ones is of yet unknown).
Indya and I were sent to the hall. Very unfair but rest assured, we got heavily bribed! The party was a success, everyone was happy.
We took my traditional Holiday pic, featuring my gifts. I’m such a cutie.
I few days later, I got a shock, Dennis left for San Francisco, for a month! I thought no one traveled these days. Turns out that ML is having a baby, as I know by now, Babies are a big deal, and he misses his family.
To make up for my distress Veronica gave me the belated Santa’s gifts. Many goodies and a cool toy.
See, Santa totally understands that some of my less glorious moments aren’t important enough to land on his “Naughty list”. Santa gets me!
Hear that guys! Not to worry, he’s very understanding. Thanks Santa, you’re the best!
To celebrate New Year, Veronica and I had a cool party, just the two of us, with great food, a cheesy X-Mas movie (no comment) and the traditional sparkle.
To all, my faithful readers, I wish you a Very Happy New Year, with many, crazy, fun adventures. Don’t forget to spoil your loved ones.
I love Autumn. I know I said Summer was lovely, but Autumn is way better. The weather is perfect, not too cold, not too hot, we go on long walks and the colours are magic.
Nature is gorgeous, take time to admire this beautiful faded sunflower field. (And of course, the pretty Boxer girl posing up front)
The country went into a soft lockdown…again. This whole Covid business is really not over. Secretly, I’m not complaining.
It means Veronica will not be travelling. She spends all her time with me, her very special Boxer girl.
Unfortunately the lockdown doesn’t keep her from celebrating Halloween. I had secretly hoped I would be spared of the whole “Photo shoot in ridiculous festive collars”. Oh no!
On the other hand, I’m the best dog model ever, I know how to take the prefect pose, wait patiently until she’s satisfied with the pics.
(Just pointing out the obvious here.)
We took a Halloween walk and I wore my “Badass Bandana”, real cool with scary spiders. Gives me an edgy look.
People will call me “The Halloween Badass Boxer”.
Just before the lockdown, we went on a 3 day stay in this really great Hotel, up in the mountains, “The Lenkerhof”.
They love dogs! Just look at what awaited me in our room: A bed, treats, Bowls and a towel to clean my paws. Even a sign to put on the door not to disturb if I’m alone in the room.
At night, when Veronica and Dennis slept I decided the sofa looked more up to my standard. I’m sure the hotel management expects the Dogs to sleep here.
Veronica did not approve. (Not much she can do while sleeping, can she?)
We went for long, lovely walks. The scenery is very Swiss and romantic.
I wasn’t allowed off the leash. A small incident occurred, when I felt the urge to explore a field. I amazed myself by crawling under a barrier.
Veronica was not “amazed” at all, especially since I failed to hear her call…I was busy digging. Apparently dogs are not allowed in the fields.
Now, how was I supposed to know that!
At dinnertime, I had to stay in the room. Supposedly I might get “agitated” and “disturb” the dinner guests, if there was another dog in the dining room.
I don’t know what she’s taking about. Actually I didn’t mind, especially with the comfortable sofa within reach.
I made a new friend though. He told Veronica I was charming. Hear that guys: Charming!
It was three fun, relaxing days. Veronica was enthusiastic and wants to come here with the whole family.
Is she out of her mind? That makes ten people plus the babies. And let’s not forget the two dogs. Has she counted properly? She’ll be exhausted.
Ok, the real truth: I don’t like sharing Veronica’s attention with anybody! There, I said it, I’m an only dog and I love it!
This is Simon v d Andreashöhe, he is one gorgeous puppy, as well he should be. He’s Flay’s, that is my sister’s, great grand son. Veronica is in love, he reminds her of my gorgeous Mother, Ondra vd Hansjakobstadt.
The dark coat and white markings. Veronica loved my mother.
He was born to Mosca’s first litter. The very exciting news is that Simon is moving to Sweden
A family heard of Qarisma, Qastor and the Andreashöhe Kennel and contacted Andy. Long email exchanges, discussions, and explanations took place. Veronica served as an interpreter.
Andy and Jacky wanted to make sure their puppy was adopted by a nice, responsible family. Especially in a distant country.
They needn’t worry. The Lydeens are a lovely family with two small children. They’d already owned a Boxer girl, Colette. “They know what they’re getting into” Veronica said.
“Getting into”? What’s that about? Boxers are wonderful dogs, sometimes a little…creative and alive, and didn’t she hear what my new friend at “The Lenkerhof” said? Charming! So there!
This is Niclas
And Christine. It was love at first sight.
They traveled through a covid restricted Germany, to pick up their little Swiss pup. Hear that, some people are happy to go the extra mile for their dog!
Veronica should take a leaf out of their book! She has never taken me to Sweden, “It’s too far, too tiresome”. What a lame excuse! Look at Niclas and Christine or Yvonne, to name a few. Honestly, Veronica’s a little self-centered.
Niclas and Christine were happy to finally go home with their new treasure. And Andy and Jacky were happy to see that Mosca’s Simon was adopted by a wonderful family.
Though Jacky shed some tears, she’d grown extremely fond of Simon. She told Veronica on numerous occasions what a great personality he had, “Er ist ein Traumboxer”.
Simon arrived safe and sound in his Swedish home. He adapted quickly to his new environment and family.
I can’t believe there are now three Andreashöhe Boxers in Sweden. Of course Simon is a little special, since he’s my great nephew.
Veronica said she wants to visit them all. (Obviously I won’t be part of that excursion! Typical!)
Simon, listen, you are an Andreashöhe, stay true to our reputation. We are a creative lot, but you have to be smart about it. If caught in the middle of a…”situation”, play it cool.
Adopt your most innocent look, the “I’m so sorry, I had no idea” look. Works every time, trust me! Nobody can resist those sweet, innocent Boxer eyes.
Simon, you’re my lineage. Make me proud.
Niclas and Christine, since you run a Fragrance company, here’s an idea: Dog perfume!
Dear Niclas and Christine, I wish you many years of love, fun and laughs with Simon. If he’s as “Alive” as my Felicia, there won’t be a boring minute of those years.
I love her, she is so sweet and I am allowed to cuddle with her as much as I want. Also, she brings me special treats.
There is a slight problem though…her dogs. Gilda and Klooney. Gilda and I… well, let’s not get into that. (You don’t need to know every little detail of my life).
What? I am a VERY gracious hostess! No, I do NOT growl at canine guests.
I don’t understand why I have to be “punished” and sent inside, like a naughty puppy, when it’s MY HOME and MY GARDEN!
Ok, ok, if truth be told, I sometimes, very rarely, and on occasion, feel an urgent need to express my deepest feelings. Especially when a dog sneers at me…you must see my point of view?
Also, it’s a fact that one should not keep emotions bottled up! It’s very unhealthy. Only Veronica doesn’t get it, at all.
She takes our guests to the community beach to have fun and swim, without me… “Felicia, that beach is tiny, one dog is enough, and you have to be careful with your leg, Dr B warned us”.
Yeah yeah, lame excuse…whatever…
CS is the sweetest, and I love her, even though she is a cat person, (I know, very disappointing). She’s been on many of our walks, she’s a lot of fun.
Pity about the cat stuff though.
Let’s not forget to mention the Family:
I adore EC, when he lived in the house he always let me sleep on his bed. As a matter of fact Veronica should take a leaf out of his book.
EMC and ZC, are not the biggest dog fans, let’s say they love me…at a distance…We celebrated ZC’s Birthday.
NC is the one that came with Veronica to pick me up at Jacky and Andy’s house. He’s a star. Well, after me, I’m the true star of the family and they all absolutely adore me…and Indya…of course.
Veronica has set up a special children’s table in the garden.
She looks after Little L and Baby O while MC naps in the Guest room. Rumor has it that the room has special healing powers.
Apparently being a parent is exhausting. If I got things right, these babies party all night long. (That’s the mother’s story anyway.)
I help as much as I can, though I think that Baby should not lie there on the ground, very unsafe. Yes, what with “The Strutting Pigeon” among other dangers.
When she’s not sleeping, MC has other, exhausted Mothers over for tea. The kids have fun and the mothers can complain and share their various night adventures, or stories about their stubborn toddlers.
I’ve noticed it has an instant cheering effect on the mothers morale.
(I Can’t believe Veronica had four kids)
MC bought a Family Bike. It’s actually quite cool, and Little L loves it.
Summer walks are wonderful…when not too hot. We mostly walk in the woods.
Through the fields, if the sky is cloudy.
Or on lovely evenings when the light is gorgeous.
Incidentally you might wonder why I am on the leash? Veronica and I have an ongoing “argument” about my sudden need to run out in the field and dig…apparently this is forbidden.
“Felicia, dog’s are not allowed in the fields”. I want proof? Has she just randomly invented a law, just to annoy me? Supposedly it is a nature reserve. Not sure I believe her.
Nearly every day we go to the community beach.
And listen very carefully: I WENT SWIMMING! Yes, me, Felicia v. d. Andreashöhe swam! Told you I had a few moves up my sleeve.
To be perfectly honest, I was chasing a stick, when I suddenly couldn’t feel the bottom of the lake, I HAD to swim. (But that’s irrelevant, I SWAM!)
Did I like it? Ehhhh…well, let’s just say that in my opinion swimming is highly overrated. Will I swim again? Let’s take a moment to consider…NO, I’m good. You people can, from now on, stop hassling me on that particular subject.
In the middle of the summer, on the 1st of August, we have our national holiday. Not that Veronica celebrates or cares that much.
But I have to wear a white and red ribbon (Swiss flag). And Dennis cooks a special meal (No fondue).
When the heat is overwhelming I sleep on the kitchen floor. Also there’s good view of the living room, and the cooking station, and my food bowl.
Evenings we hang out by the pool.
Alas the wonderful, relaxing, far niente, atmosphere cannot last for ever. Sadly, everyone has to go back to work.
OMG! I can’t believe I actually used the word “Wonderful” in regard to our summer! What’s wrong with me? It’s probably an age thing.
It’s summer and very warm, most of you are probably thinking, wish I was by the sea.
Traveling might be different this year, the Covid business is still out there, perhaps you’ll stay in your country and enjoy what it has to offer.
In this story I want to tell you about a few local places I’ve been to.
I’m no globe trotter, as you know. Veronica NEVER takes me with her when going to Sweden. “You cannot come in the plane”.
Why is that? I could lie next to her as I do in the train. Supposedly only dogs under 8 kg are allowed in the cabin. Us big guys have to sit all alone in a travel box in some horrible space. (I’m sure it’s horrible)
Who made that stupid rule? Probably a small dog owner! The injustice of it!
We live in Switzerland, in Geneva, and I’ve visited a few places with Veronica and Dennis, I’m a wonderful travel companion.
I have my own bag with my food and my Cloud7 roll-up bed.
Sometimes I travel by train. Just look at that perfect Boxer girl. Lying there, not bothering anybody, minding her own business.
See how that would work in an airplane? I’m really not thrilled by their so called “Animal transportation regulations”.
I have an idea for a new rule: pass an obedience test “Who can lie still with their master for the longest can fly with them”. Obviously I’d get full marks!
The first train excursion was to visit my friend, Erasme, the Weimaraner. He’s not only very handsome but also the nicest guy ever. A classy gentleman.
We ran around the beautiful forest where he lives, in Zürich. It’s a nearly 3 hour train ride. (Did I move? Disturb? Bark? NOPE!)
We often go up to MC and VH’s little chalet in the neighbouring French alps. This was just before my first surgery. I remember well because I was not allowed to walk very far and run.
Our favourite excursion is to the close by “Jura” mountains. There are endless hikes all year around.
The view is spectacular.
FYI: Don’t let the scenery make you forget that gorgeous Boxer looking at you.
Some winters the snow is magic. It’s fun to run in the paths. I prefer to stay on those, it’s just more comfortable.
This one time, it had snowed so much, there were hardly any trails. Pure fairyland, only Dennis freaked out, and was very worried we would get lost…Seriously??? Ridiculous.
It was actually quite hilarious. Obviously, he now refuses to admit the episode ever happened, male vanity being what it is. But yeah, it did happen.
On the other side of the Jura is my favourite lake, “Lac de Joux”. It’s perfect since I can wade out very far.
As you know, swimming is not my cup of tea, anyway it’s totally overrated. Everyone knows that. It’s so last season.
I’ve said before: Wading is the new black!
You have to admit this is fricking amazing. As a matter of fact I have a great idea: I could be a model, in tourist brochures?
“Boxer Felicia admires the magnificent Lac de Joux”, perfect!
This is the Amphitheater in “Avenches”. Here, long ago, super muscular guys, called Gladiators, fought as an entertainment for a large public.
Apparently, this is not allowed any more, so now they show operas here in the summer.
Incidentally, bet you I could totally win a fight here, what with my big muscles. Only problem, I don’t like to fight…at all.
What’s more, Veronica, who’s a total “70s flower power peace” kind of girl, would forbid it. She’s against fighting of any kind.
We took a long walk around “Lake Murten”, near Avenches.
The “Rhein Fall” is in a city called “Schaffhausen”,
Apparently the water fall is super famous. It’s nice but honestly, what’s all the fuss about? It’s running water!
Coming back from the “Lac de Joux” we stopped in a village called “Romainmotier”. Supposedly it’s a member of “The most beautiful villages in Switzerland”.
I agree, it’s cute. This house has a fountain in the yard. Comes in handy for thirsty dogs. My Lego would have jumped right in the water to cool down.
I think that’s not very hygienic so I just drink elegantly without getting all wet.
What? A wimp? Absolutely not! Educated dogs don’t just jump into fountains! It’s in some educational chart, surely.
Everywhere around the “Lac Leman” you can admire the alps.
Every year there is a famous sail boat race in June: “Le Bol d’Or”
Even here, at Corinne’s dog centre, the view is fantastic.
We’re lucky to live in such a beautiful country, lucky our house is so close to the lake, to our own community beach, where we can enjoy this magnificent scenery and
the occasional wading in the summer, here with Indya
This year we stay at home, this year we travel close by. This year Veronica and Dennis will be with me and I love it!!
We have a new baby in the family!! A BRAND NEW BABY! I barely got used to Baby L (or as we now shall now call her: Little L), when BAM! there’s a new one!
Why oh why? Isn’t one enough? Yes, I know Veronica had four babies, but that’s her, she’s barely the example one should be inspired by.
It all started when Indya and I noticed MC getting chubbier and chubbier on the front, with annoying mood swings and sleeping a lot. Oh, oh, we knew what that meant…
We were both concerned, had they thought this through? We were not thrilled, to say the least, especially Indya.
Don’t get me wrong, we love Little L, we really do, but one child is plenty! No need for more!
Little L, on the other hand is happy and very excited. That’s because it’s just a bump at the moment, but just you wait, until there’s a screaming baby around!
Not to speak of a toddler stealing her toys, then we can discuss the “happy and excited”.
After many, many, many long months, a little boy is born, Baby O. While MC is in the hospital with VH, Little L stays with us…of course.
And so does Indya. I’m happy about that, when Little L’s around Veronica tends to forget she has a dog. How she handled four kids of her own is a mystery.
One three year old stays for a few days and the house looks like a bomb just exploded. Stuff everywhere.
And she’s exhausted!
A Baby Brother calls for celebration! There is happiness and excitement, a beautiful Baby Boy. The whole family is thrilled.
The opinion of us dogs is unaccounted for.
Can’t believe how much freedom Little L has here. Just look at her, she’s allowed to sit there and mess with Veronica’s stuff.
(The computer is now turned off when Little L plays; it seems there was an incident with an inadvertently sent email).
She even coloured the keyboard and mouse! Veronica just smiled. FYI she never smiles when I take personal initiatives.
The unfairness of it!
She takes over the whole house, even my bed. MY Cloud7 bed.
She took a nap there. She has a bed of her own! Yes I know I have other beds, but that’s neither here nor there!!
It’s a matter of principle.
After four intense days, MC, VH and Baby O came to pick up the missing members of the clan.
Little L was impatient, she waited by the door with her belongings. Indya and I were asked to stay in the background.
Supposedly, there is a risk we might run out to bark at the fence…lame excuse.
The family is reunited. It’s pure happiness, Little L, adorable, gently holds her Baby brother in her arms. Everyone’s in tears.
FYI: Of happiness. This is one big emotional family, tears, and tears and more tears.
Indya and I choose not to show the same enthusiasm. We need more time to consider the matter before expressing our true opinion.
Veronica regresses into an infantile state. She takes on this ridiculous high pitched voice and talks to the baby, about the baby in the most embarrassing manner.
“Oh he’s sooooo cute” “yes you are soooo cute, yes you are” …etc… and she sings for him. Poor guy.
Please, somebody talk sense to her, she has to stop!! NOW!
The little family spends time at our house and Veronica, as expected, helps out a lot. Reading stories to Little L while rocking Baby O to sleep.
A new baby means a new stroller! Apparently Little L’s stroller wasn’t good enough. Even though it was bought in Sweden, supposedly the only country in the world with decent strollers. (Dixit Veronica and MC).
They traveled to Stockholm to buy “a much better one”.
Incidentally, don’t get me started on all the strollers in this family: (The city stroller, the jogging stroller, the Baby stroller, the toddler stroller…etc) Insane!!
I forgot how much attention a Baby needs. It eats all the time, I mean ALL the time!! Wish I would get six meals a day too.
I find it alarming the way they let that Baby sleep outside! Anything can happen! “The Strutting Pigeon” for one.
Yes, absolutely, it could grab Baby O and fly away!
I feel obliged to stay close by. These people seem unaware of all the dangers around.
The garden is full of potential predators, apart from “The Strutting Pigeon” we have a whole range of birds, squirrels, lizards and god knows what else.
Even Veronica, mother of four, needs supervision.
Not to worry, Boxer Felicia v d Andreashöhe, AKA “The Brave Guard Dog”, is ready to pounce.
Indya takes over the job at their house.
Though rule no 1 in a guard dog’s chart: NEVER turn your back on the object of your attention!!
Little L is still everyones sweet Darling. Here performing an improvised dance number with ZC.
Annoyingly I have to admit these guys are adorable together. Little L is the most wonderful, caring, loving big sister.
Gentle and sweet.
I’ll get used to this new configuration, what’s more; these people clearly would never manage without me;
Boxer Felicia v d Andreashöhe, “The Courageous Brave Guard Dog”!