Do I deserve a blog?

Today Veronica decided to write a blog about me. My name is Felicia von der Andreashöhe and apparently I was named after a Swedish song,  “Felicia adjö”.

I am a Boxer Girl born in 2013. Dr L says I’m not very tall but have large muscles. I think I’m cute.

I live with Veronica and Dennis in a big house with a cool garden.

This blog is about my days, my life and my many adventures.

Leave of Absence


You are probably all wondering “What’s going on with Felicia?”. NO??? I don’t believe you.

You all miss me, I know you do, you’re just too shy, or find missing a dog too embarrassing to admit it. Yeah, that’s it.

Tell you what; I’m out of the office!


Yes, that’s right: I’m offline! Now, you people need not to worry, I’ll be back soon.

For a “stay at home vacation” it’s been kind of crazy over here. I’ll tell you all about it when the summer is over.

What? Now? Oh no, now I’m waiting for  my dinner, so NO spoiler alerts!

p.s. Disappointed? Just dig into my archive. There’s enough stories there to entertain you for a while

Boxer Felicia’s Travel Log


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!!

Stay safe.

Home sweet home.




The New Baby


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.

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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.


Intersting fact:

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!!

Rookie mistake!


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”!





The Andreashöhe Emigrants


These are my cousins, Qastor and Qarisma von der Andreashöhe. They have emigrated to Sweden.

Please admire their gorgeous Swiss collar!


When I say cousins, it’s more like distant cousins. We share the same ancestor, the famous champion, Exkalibur von Hofmannstal.


The Mother is Andy and Jacky’s beautiful Pretty von Hofmannstal (From Rosine Hofmann). The father, Xenon von Eulenhorst, looks like a cool, hot guy.


Incidentally here is the Andreashöhe Team; Nando, Mosca, Lavie v. d. Andreashöhe, and Pretty von Hofmannstal.


The adventure started when Veronica sent her friend Yvonne, in Sweden, a picture of all the puppies.

“Do you want one”?

It was intended as a joke but Yvonne, who was thinking about a new pup, took the matter very seriously.


Yvonne has her own, Kennel, “Introduce”. Here with Havannah’s litter. The D team.

She kept a baby, a female; “Introduce De Luxe”. Her only Boxer now since both Havannah and Mojo are in Fairyland. (They’re probably hanging out with my Lego).

One thing led to another and her friend Maria, owner of Lux’s Bother “Introduce Da Vinci”, happily joined the “let’s look at pups” trip.


The”Boxer Fan Squad”, Yvonne, Veronica and Maria, met up in Zürich and took the train to Flawil.

I did not approve of that trip, AT ALL!! Veronica should not be allowed to see puppies. I don’t want a little sister!! Come think of it, she should be banned from all Puppy venues.

I’ve said this before; I haven’t reach my full potential and I’m nowhere near ready to be a surrogate Mom.


The “Boxer Fan Squad” were introduced to Pretty’s 11 puppies, the Q team. It was love at first sight


Yvonne was charmed by this adorable female…


…and Maria by this cute male.

It was a no brainer and the deal was sealed; Qarisma and Qastor were to emigrate to Sweden. Andy and Jacky were thrilled.

FYI Veronica did NOT choose a puppy!!! I suspect Dennis put a veto to any kind of “little sister” shopping. (I love being one of a kind, and their star.)


Just look at those adorable faces. These are the cutest puppies ever. (Now that I know I’m safe, I can properly admire Pretty’s babies).

They are just soooo cute!

Incidentally, don’t tell Veronica I said that, I don’t want her to reconsider the situation!


The siblings had so much fun.

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A professional dog photographer came for a special “Puppy photo session”. Look at those babies all snugly together.

Don’t you just want to snuggle with them? Adorable!! But shhh, not a word to “you know who!”


At 10 weeks, the Puppies were ready to leave for their new homes.

Unfortunately, due to border regulations, Qarisma and Qastor had to wait until 15 weeks and a rabies shot, before entering Sweden.

Andy and Jacky took great care of them, preparing them for a life outside the kennel: Puppy classes…


…excursions to the city and unfamiliar surroundings..


…encounters with people and children…


and some basic education.


Finally, after months of waiting. Yvonne and her husband Tom arrived in their caravan to pick up their new baby.

It was true happiness.


Yvonne had brought Lux so she could meet her new baby sister.


Maria and her husband arrived a little later, by plane. It was a jolly, merry reunion.

They spent a few fun days getting acquainted with their new babies. Visiting some local sights and the annual “Fastnacht” (Spring Carnival)


Time had come to start the long journey back home, pack everyone into the caravan and say goodbye to Pretty, Andy and Jacky.


They were sad to see their babies leave but happy and proud to have two of their dogs in Sweden. (FYI Andy’s hair is coloured for the Carnival).

Qarisma and Qastor are very lucky. They’re adopted by two, wonderful, dog loving families surrounded by Sweden’s amazing forests. Plenty of space to run, play and have fun.

I, for one, would move in with Yvonne in a heartbeat, she’s so nice and always has my back whenever Veronica complains about…well…never mind.

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The Puppies love their new homes.

Lux is a wonderful surrogate Mom, staying close to her little sister, protecting her.


Vinci is happy to have a new playmate and keeps Qastor on his toes, looking out for him at all times.


Maria introduces Qastor to their horses.


Soon he hangs out with Vinci in the stables


Yvonne starts tracking with Qarisma, she’s a promising student.


Qarisma and Lux are inseparable,


as are Vinci and Qastor.

Their new lives consist of play, fun, long walks in the forest, some training and lots and lots of love.

A happy, wonderful, Boxer life.


Qastor age 6 months


Qarisma age 6 months

I’m proud to have two gorgeous cousins in Sweden.


Ok, enough with those pups!! Let’s talk about some other dog, off the top of my head: me! Felicia v d Andreashöhe, the cousin, and I’m gorgeous too!

Also, I love being my family’s, one and only, star.


Liebe Andy und Jacky, Ich bin sehr froh zwei Andreashöhe Boxer jetzt glücklich in Schweden leben

Rosine Hofmann is a wonderful and respected Boxer Lady and Europe’s oldest breeder (90 Years old). Here with Pretty’s sister, Phyllis.

Rosine, as always, came to admire the litter and give her opinion on the attributes of each puppy. She is always so generous with her time.






Corona Quarantine


Apparently, if I got things right, there is something called Covid-19 that makes people very sick.

I don’t know who this guy Covid is, but he’s out there in the world, spreading his venomous tentacles among the population in all countries.

The government advises people not to gather in large groups and keep a safe distance, no  hugging or shaking hands.


Dennis suggested we should go on a small excursion to the mountains close by. We’ll be all by ourselves and the the walk in the sun will do us good.

Cool, I’ll be able to run in the snow. That’s was my plan…until reality hit hard:

“Felicia, no running. Not the time to get any health problems, We don’t want any injuries”. You know Veronica, once decided, negotiations are pointless!


The view is breathtaking. We share a picnic in the sun. Such a perfect day.

(Apart from the “no running” business.)


Then the government tightened the rules and put the country on semi-lockdown. All stores, schools, hairdressers, restaurants etc closed, apart from grocery stores and pharmacies.

The population is asked to stay home as much as possible and to go out only for grocery  shopping and walks in their neighbourhood.

So here we are, in quarantine!


We all know what a believer in rules Veronica is!! Not only will she follow the rules as a model citizen, but she will seize this wonderful (to her) opportunity to create new ones…for the family!

“We can’t let ourselves go, so we need a daily routine”…”let herself go”…What is she talking about? She’s such a control freak she’d NEVER “let go” in any sense. And just to make things clear; nobody bosses Dennis around.

Mainly that leaves me and herself. This confinement has suddenly become much more complicated…

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Veronica’s motto goes: “Mens sana in corpore sana” (this is Latin for “A healthy mind in a healthy body”) Latin? Really? That’s  what she’s going for?! Like she’s some kind of expert?!! She didn’t even study the damn language!!

Fun fact though, Latin was mandatory for her four children all through middle school. “A very good exercise for the brain,” so she said!

What about her brain? But of course, everything becomes clear, this is why she has so many shallow interests, like cheesy chick flicks and shopping. A lack of Latin!!


The daily routine goes as following:

“Breakfast alone time.” Drink her tea, listen to classical music and read. “I want to start my day in a zen mode.” Sure, whatever…

That’s when Dennis and I get our “Morning zen alone time”, IOW we sleep late!


Yoga session thanks to Constance (Veronica’s Yogi master). I keep her company on the blanket, I feel it is my duty as her faithful dog to encourage her.

Dennis has his own gym equipement in the basement.

Both Veronica and I feel it’s better to let him handle his workout alone, just out of respect.


Felicia gym. It’s not as fun as with Fanny and I don’t get that fabulous paté, still, it’s enjoyable…


…and rather exhausting. I’m allowed a rest before…


…the neighbourhood walk. No excursions. The government said neighbourhood only, so neighbourhood it is!

A few joggers are out but it’s calm and people very politely avoid each other. Wish the dogs would be as well behaved. They lash out and growl, some are even off the leash and come right up to me.

Me? Oh no, I, for one, respect and follow the “Two meter social distance” rule emitted by the government. Doesn’t mean I can’t give them a piece of my mind, from a safe distance.


Veronica has set up a certain number of house chores, one for each day. Like cleaning and decluttering her walk in closet

Arranging clothes according to design, color etc…Yes, I’m not kidding here! She’s not only a total control freak but also slightly OCD.

What’s more: she loves organising her clothes!!


Laundry duty. I help her out as best as I can.


Computer time, reading the news, listening to a concert etc…


Once our duties fullfilled Veronica tells me we can have some “Time off”. That is Veronica drinks tea and reads.


I relax in the sun. Talking about zen attitude.

Veronica tells me we’re very fortunate and privileged to have a garden. We should be grateful.


Dennis’s main chore is to take care of our dinners.

Every night he cooks delicious meals. Veronica put out my Cloud7 blanket so I can stay very close.

What? No, I’m not begging, oh no, I just like to be close to my family, IOW Dennis during meals.


Every night we go for a night stroll, the roads are empty, everyone is safe at home.

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I personally love this confinement. I get to spend so much time with Veronica and Dennis. Of course I miss the rest of the family, but it’s not forever.

We have to protect ourselves to protect others. Take this opportunity to reflect on your life:

Start a new hobby, knit sweaters (No dog clothes), read, call a friend, take a virtual tour of your favorite museum, listen to an opera, a concert, start yoga, or Zumba dancing, teach your dog new tricks…

But please, for your own sake and your loved ones: Stay Home!


The Rehab Center


This is my rehab center. I come here twice a week.


Fanny is my own very special rehab coach. We adore each other, she’s the best and very, very generous. I get so much candy and many hugs.

Her little Dog, Caramel, is very cute. (Obviously super well behaved)


My Dr L supervises the program. As you know he spent a year in California to become a rehab specialist.

He loves me. What’s not to love? I’m, adorable for one, and patient zero in his new program.

(Incidentally, I have decided to forgive him for the whole California business)


This is Ms Dr L, she’s also a Veterinarian rehab specialist. She’s very sweet and friendly. (And obviously knows all about me).

Let’s take a moment here and admire my elegance and grace. The perfect posture. Yes, Ms Dr L is beautiful too, but she’s more of the sidekick, I’m the top model!

I honestly wonder why haven’t I gotten any offers to be a spokes-dog for various products? Dog beds, Dog food etc… I could get tons of free stuff. Their loss!


The waiting room could do with some improvement! For one, the stone floor is very cold.


I’m forced to sit on the door mat. That is, until I decided this did not work for me so I…


…moved on to the sofa. I didn’t ask for permission, but what’s a freezing boxer girl supposed to do?


Amazingly enough Veronica said nothing, she even sat down with me. (I suspect she finds the chairs uncomfortable).


The rehab room is filled with cool gear for a perfect workout session.


The session starts with this weird electric treatment, “Electro Stimulation“, not really sure what it’s all about, supposedly it’s good for my leg.


It doesn’t hurt at all, it tickles gently and amazingly enough my leg does feel better.


The work out program begins with the treadmill. Easy peasy, I don’t even need a leash.


These exercises are for my balance and to strengthen my legs. Could you do that?


This one is quite tricky, try it!

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Walking with the big ball…

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…and the peanut. I’m such a pro, I’m amazing!

Take that, you Police dogs, supposedly “the best at the rehab workout”! I’m just as good, perhaps even better, yes surely better! AND I’m a Boxer no less! What can I say, I’m a natural.

FYI I would do all these tremendously difficult exercises even without the “Parfait”, (the paste). Just thought I’d mention it!


We always end with a laser session. Very relaxing.


Dr L monitors my progress regularly. He’s very happy with the results. I’m getting stronger and stronger, and what’s more: I LOVE to come here.


Unfortunately Fanny left for a very long vacation. (I’ve said this before, these guys should NOT be allowed to go on vacations…ever!)

Luckily Stephanie was ready to step in, she’s very sweet and gentle. So it all worked out.


Dr L has two practices and this week I was summoned to the other one. I was led, under false pretences, into back room. (I was made to believe this was a courtesy visit).

Two assistents dressed in Swim wear (how weird is that??!!) and Dr L put this absolutely hideous, orange vest on me! (thank god no dogs around to see this embarrassing outfit).


They bribe (!) me, to go inside this weird big glass box that Suddenly fills up with water. Yes: Fricking water!!!

What’s going on? A giant bath? I can’t believe Veronica make me do this. Luckily I’m generously rewarded.


Without any warning the floor starts moving…MOVING! OMG! This is a water tread mill!

After a brief (VERY brief) moment of slight pani…astonishment, I catch on and walk as if this was my every day workout.

Everybody’s cheering. And rightfully so!


They all want to congratulate me, I am patient zero in this water tread mill. The first dog ever to try it.

I’m such a success! I deserve all their attention and mostly all their treats. (If I may say so, I’m an amazing dog!)


As a matter of fact I am Dr L’s Team’s star. They all gather round to admire my numerous skills.

I should start my own show.

“Boxer Felicias Workout”. An online service. Everybody would buy my program and I’d be a millionaire. I could expand with T shirts, sweatshirts featuring my picture.

“Stay Fit with Boxer Felicia”. I’ll be famous, I’ll be a star.


I already have the glasses!

My thanks go to:

Dr Gabor Luka and Dr Pia Luka for setting up this wonderful Rehab Center 

The team assistants for their friendliness and warm welcome

Special thanks to Fanny for being so sweet, patient and loving with my Felicia


The Belated Birthday


I’m very depressed, as a matter of fact I don’t even feel like getting up today. I just want to spend the day in bed and mope over what a egotistic person Veronica is.


Yesterday morning as I lazily went into her room expecting her to get ready for our daily walk, I was confronted by this horror vision: A packed suitcase,

Veronica’s packed suitcase to be more precise!!

You see, in two days it’s MY BIRTHDAY!! How can she do this to her Baby Boxer Girl?


We always celebrate. (This was last year.)

It’s a tradition: the pic, the cake, the candles, the gifts and THE talk, the “You’re older and wiser you should know better” talk.

Now suddenly she chose another venue?


Now traveling to Stockholm with MC and Baby L is more fun? How can anything be more fun than celebrating MY BIRTHDAY??!!

Has she forgotten my whole medical history? The four interventions??  I deserve her full attention.

Baby L is already everybody’s little darling!


Here I am, 7 years old and nothing. The day will be just like any boring day. Yes, I know,  Dennis takes great care of me but will he remember my Birthday?

Veronica is the one in charge of all the celebrations.

(Until now, that is, when apparently travelling with her Daughter and Granddaughter is more important.)


I’m in for a big surprise: He did remember!! Just look at this: my very own Birthday dish with a candle!

WOW, grilled Turkey he cooked especially for me!


I even get a Birthday greeting from my sister Flay. How sweet of her. FYI Veronica only called in the evening, supposedly she was busy.


Dennis takes me for a special Bday walk. No gifts though, I’ll get those when Veronica comes back, so he tells me. Yeah, there better be gifts!!

Little did I know of the next day’s big drama…

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Here we were, walking along the road in our neighbourhood, minding our own business when out of nowhere:

Two big dogs charged out of an open gate on the other side of the road and attacked me!!

Both Dennis and I freaked out! They ripped my ear, blood everywhere and I had to be rushed for an emergency visit to Dr L


I don’t remember much because I got put under and Dr L had to reconstruct my ear. Another intervention and coming home feeling groggy.

Good news: I have no problem with anaesthesia!


Let’s make one thing clear: I was innocent! I did not growl, or bark at those two. Veronica has taught me never to react to barking dogs behind fences in our neighbourhood.

“Felicia, don’t mind them, they’re just defending their territory. Here, have some treats” So when a dog barks I expectantly look at her and yes I always get rewarded.

Honestly, that’s a no brainer: Barking dogs versus great Candy?!


Finally she comes home!! She fusses over my ear at the airport “Stackars min lille Felicia, så synd om dig” (My poor little Felicia for sorry for you).

Then we had to hear all about HER vacation. Baby L this, baby L that. Finally, there was some interesting news:

Dog news!


She had lunch with Eva’s working partner, Carina Persson. Carina is coming in July to teach us this apparently very cool activity called “Do as I do”. I have no idea what that’s all about.

She’s going to stay at our house…should I worry? Probably not, she works with Eva, my Eva! (Bodfäldt).

Veronica said she’s super nice and fun and she said she will help with my problems. Helloooo, what problems? Explain yourself!!


“Felicia, let’s take a Bday pic”. We’re still doing that? My Bday was days ago. I want my gifts! NOW!


I finally get my gifts. A package from Cloud7, probably some fun toy! Yeah!


Let’s rip it out…strange toy…


WTF??? This is a raincoat!!! She bought me a FRICKING raincoat!! For MY BIRTHDAY!!! Is she out of her mind????


Did she talk this over with the appropriate people? I.e. her sister, SPS, the veterinarian behaviourist? (Bet you Rose and Yoda have no raincoats!) or Dr L or Eva?

No, I don’t think so! This is only her doing; “Oh Felicia is going to be so cute in that Burgundy coat, let’s order it”. Cute??? Says who??

This is so embarrassing!! I’ll have to walk around the neighbourhood like this!


There is another package, I rip it up but I’m really grumpy!


I love these “Planet Dog” toys, but I’m not going to look happy, and certainly not play with them just now! NO! (I’ll wait until she goes upstairs).

She bought me a Fricking raincoat!!


Planet Dog:







Boxer Felicia’s Year in Review


I have done some thinking and I feel we absolutely need a retrospective of my past year. (The important stuff.)

A little self centred?

C’mon, I’m a medical hero and it doesn’t hurt to remind you of my bravery and my courage, in the face of those various, difficult physical ordeals!


The year started with a TTA (Tibial Tuberosity Advancement) surgery, for my torn ligament performed by Dr B, “The Hippie Surgeon”. (The Surgery)

He’s a big shot surgeon, he’s done this like a million times and told Veronica “No worries she’ll be fine”.


I’ve got news for you: Surgeries are not fun, and no, I’m not fine! Not only are you asleep but god knows what they’re doing poking around your leg.

Once you’re awake everything hurts. I was freezing and feeling very groggy.


The follow up is eight weeks of slow leash walks and rehab with Dr F. He’s an Ostheopath/Physiotherapist/Veterinarian. He’s great!

He’s the one that found my little lump and sent me to Dr C.  (Dr L had abandoned me to spend a year studying in California.)


Turned out to be what they call Cancer, a “Soft Tissue Sarcoma”, that needed to be removed ASAP.

Surgery No. Two! (The Tumor)


At least there’re no special restrictions. A part from the dreadful cone and a very embarrassing shaved bum!

Soon I was back on track…


…even allowed to run a little, when…


…I tore my meniscus. Dr de W N (Dr B’s colleague) restored my wounded leg.


Surgery No. Three: (The Meniscus Ordeal). Familiar misery, waking up groggy, cone, no running, walks on leash…the works!


On the bright side, my own Dr L was finally back! After a year of training to become a specialist in in Orthopaedic rehabilitation.

I was going to be his Patient Zero and enter his new program. Wonderful! Now I’ll be fine!!


Nope! Six months after the first one, Dr L finds two more “Soft Tissue Sarcomas”.


Back on the operating table. Surgery No. Four: (The Return of the Tumor).

FOUR SURGERIES IN NINE MONTHS ON MY RIGHT BACK LEG!! I’m a Fricking medical hero! I should get a bravery medal.

A part from my medical ordeals there were, of course, other minor stuff going on.


Like my Birthday (The Homebound Birthday)



The Easter fun. (The Bunny Watch) .

Etc…etc… nothing compared with all my medical torments, so we should just end this story here, and remember what a Brave Boxer girl I am.

But…living with Veronica means that’s not going to happen!


She’s a big believer in rules and honesty, and feels a “Year in review” cannot be complete and fair without mentioning one, or two, or a few (unfortunate) incidents.

(She was probably some kind of judge in a previous life.)

Since my opinion counts for nothing and the supreme ruler of this house has the final word:


Here we go!

The bed incident. I was bored and these beds are just too fragile. Anyway Veronica got it repaired: much ado about nothing!


The paper recycling. Now here I’m actually doing Veronica a favour, you have to agree, she hates paperwork!


She was not supposed to see me borrowing that Xmas decoration. Next time I’ll be more careful.


Baby L’s books are all over the place, my intention was to tidy up.


Those coasters are stupid, and why did she buy these fragile tables in the first place!!??


Ok so this might have been a mistake…I got carried away and one thing led to another. These things happen, not worth a big drama.

Baby L can surely read the book anyway.


The “Power flames” are the coolest! Apparently they’re “not to play with” and only to “light the fires”…says who? Like there’s a rule!


Guess I was on a roll, and I moved on to the table set. I have no real recollection of how or why…anyway, I only played with the one (before, sadly, getting caught in the act).

FYI she has a whole stack of them, so what’s the big deal?!

Ok, enough with the whole confession business, you don’t need to know every little detail in my life!


Before you judge me, take a moment here and think. Look at the whole picture: Sweet Boxer girl, a few minor “mishaps” versus four surgeries in nine Months on the same leg.

I had such a horrible year, I felt  sad, depressed, I just had to find ways to enlighten my inner soul for peace.

Do the math!


Anyway, what do I care! Santa brought me all these gifts. AND I should totally have a medal!

I’m a fricking medical Hero!






Holiday Stories

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Here we are again, the Festive season! The tree, the decorations and last but not least, THE MUSIC! As you know, Veronica is obsessed by it.

We, that is Dennis and I, have to endure those irritating songs, over and over again, in the house, in the car, all day long.

No wonder Dennis has spent so much time in his office lately.


On the bright side I get my very own Xmas calendar filled with yummy treats.


Every year, in December, Veronica and Dennis travel to Stockholm. Veronica longs for the “Real Xmas spirit”. Supposedly “it’s much better there then ANYWHERE else”

(Like she’s travelled all over the world)

She particularly loves the Lucia celebration, you know those guys with white nighties candles and funny hats. I think the whole business looks kind of peculiar.


The big dog show is an annual must on her agenda. Two full days of dog fun, dog shopping and much more.

The highlight is, without any doubt, meeting up with Yvonne to admire the gorgeous Boxers.

Dennis pretends to be tempted by this prospect but declines at the last minute and spends the weekend enjoying cultural activities in the city.


There’s usually a mandatory Opera night. “Dennis you’ll love La Traviata”. Really? Did she ask him?

I spend the week at Uncle Bradley’s, fine with me, even though I’m not allowed to play with other dogs yet.


Veronica got a bit of a shock when she picked me up. I had been sick and was very skinny. She went straight to Dr L for a check up.

Turns out I’d lost 4 kg, Dr L took the matter very seriously, what with my medical history.


Luckily, a blood sample showed no problems, I just need to get back in shape.


Turns out being skinny is exhausting! I slept the whole afternoon while Veronica prepared the table for the Xmas dinner with the family.

THE table! Veronica had ordered it from this special store in Stockholm. It’s not just any kind of table, it’s a fragile table and comes with a whole set of rules.

(Mostly decided by Veronica)


This whole neurotic Table business started with the acquisition of a coffee table, same store, a couple of years ago.

Similar rules were enumerated that gave way to numerous remarks by her children.

“OMG, Dennis, you put a glass on the table without a coaster, and you’re still alive”?


The old table, was practical, solid, and what more, NOT fragile. Kids could eat without fear, water, food, wine anything could be spilled without making Veronica freak out.

That blissful time is over! Now all family members have been told to be careful, careful and careful. We have table mats, coasters etc… Veronica even keeps a cloth close by just in case.

ZC told her “Du har blivit precis som Morfar” (you’ve become just like your Father). That’s saying something.


On D-day Baby L and Indya come over to “help” with the cooking  Everyone’s very excited and happy.


We all put on our finest Xmas outfits. Baby L in her party skirt and diamante shoes.

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Indya in a festive Bandana


Me, with the bell collar. I don’t understand why Indya always gets to wear the bandana. But in this house, sadly, I’m not the boss…


Unfortunately we were sent to the hallway, behind the glass door. Apparently there are “too many guests” and “you might get overwhelmed”!

Lame excuse for excluding two perfectly well behaved Boxer girls from the party.

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Being a Mormor (Grand Mother) entitles you to any kind of gift, that’s Veronica’s opinion at least. She gave Baby L an “Elsa dress” (pretending it was a night gown) and a diamante bag.

None of which were on the list given by Baby L’s Mother, the “Elsa dress” was specifically asked not to be bought. (Thus the “it’s a Night gown” excuse).

She got more fun stuff, like a flute and a little Piano…Baby L was very happy and everyone enjoyed loud musical performances!



The night was a great success. Dennis’s food was fantastic. There was singing and most members participated in the Xmas dance. (Whether they wanted to…or not)

I’ve said it before; this is one bossy family.

Even though we only observed the celebration through the glass windows, we were exhausted.


New Year’s Eve was a quiet affair, just the three of us.

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There was a special holiday treat; two wonderful house guests.

Veronica’s goddaughter Hedda, I love her. She took me for long walks, played endlessly with me and…


…allowed me to cuddle with her as much as I wanted.


And Little E, I hadn’t seen her in a long time, we immediately bonded and…

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…hung out from morning until bed and had so much fun. She’s the best.


Veronica decided my “Gift opening ceremony” had to be postponed until the house was calm again.

WOW, look at all these gifts!! Santa has been very generous this year.


Let’s get down to business and get this party going!


What? You think there’s too much stuff? I’ll tell you what; I deserve each one of them! I’m a medical hero!

Mishaps? Well Santa obviously judged they were minor events not important enough to be taken into consideration.

My medical bravery outweighed by far any small “problem” that might…or might not have occurred.

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The house is empty, gifts unwrapped, all Xmas decorations gone and most importantly no more music.

Now I can properly relax…only the table remains.


The Return of the Tumor


Things are not looking very good at the moment. I had some rather irritating news: My Tumor, the “Soft Tissue Sarcoma”, is back! It’s been six months since the first one.


It was during a random check up that My Dr L felt a tiny lump on my leg, THE leg, (the multiple  surgery leg) just a tiny one.

Apparently the risk for a return is 35%. (That’s me). I will undergo surgery ASAP. Fourth intervention on that same leg in ten months.

I’m a medical hero!


Veronica was very upset, I think it came as quite a shock to her too.


The day of the surgery Dr L cuddles with me and reassures me that all will be ok, he’ll take the best care of me.

I trust him. By now I know all there is to know: the pain, the cone, the road to recovery.


He gives me a shot to help me relax, before the actual surgery. He asks Veronica to stay with me so I don’t stress. (Rather WE don’t stress)!

We’re both very grateful.

I’m feeling a little sleepy and really well. Boy, do I feel zen…


Much less zen a few hours later! During surgery there was a major surprise: a second, larger Tumor, hidden behind the small one.

Apparently the surgery took a long time and I have this mega scar.

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On the bright side I have a cool, pink cone! I love pink! I know, everything’s supposed to be “Gender neutral” these days.

I don’t care; I love girly stuff! I can be a princess and this is my pink crown. A strong, brave, wounded princess, fighting her medical ordeals with heroism.

“The Boxer Warrior Princess”!


Veronica used to be part of this extreme Feminist group, and shared ownership in an alternative left wing book store back in the 70s…

Now she loves  watching girly, romantic, chick flicks and lives in a big house…what happened? She’s still one stubborn, opinionated, independent women though!


I have to stay very calm. Dr L had to take out so much tissue in order to get the whole Tumor and the skin has been pulled very tight. There’s a risk it might burst.

I can’t, of course, see the scar, but apparently it’s impressive…or as Veronica bluntly put it “disgusting”.

Whatever, this is not my first rodeo.


Dr L wants me back at his rehab center for a check up two days later. I get an ice pack on the scar.

I look pathetic, embarrassing! Thank god no other dogs are in the waiting room! Small consolation, I have my cool Halloween bandana!


Fanny gives me a laser treatment. Apparently very good for the healing process. Look at my glasses! How cool are those! I wish I could keep them as a Halloween costume!


I could be like a secret Agent. “Felicia the Badass secret Agent”, I could be the James Bond of dogs! That’ll scare those Trick or Treaters away!

AND that “Full-of-himself Jack Russell” down the road!

Sadly the glasses are not for me to keep.


With Halloween comes the traditional “Holiday pic”. I love these photo sessions. I’m just perfect and I get plenty of candy.

I’m such a star! What do you think?


Before the festivities start I get to see Dr L for a special Halloween laser session. I just adore Dr L. He’s the best and makes me feel very special.

Incidentally, I AM very special. I’m Patient Zero in his new rehab program!


Decorations, candles, all is in place.


Veronica has prepared several big and small bowls of delicious candy. Everything is ready. The Trick or Treat fun can start:

Only, I’m not allowed to participate! The injustice of it!!


Apparently those children scare easily! Supposedly a barking Boxer is not very festive. Yes, so I might, have barked a tiny weeny bit the other time.

And yes, there was talk about frightened children. Totally exaggerated, but from there to ban me from the whole event!!

I wonder what our animal protection laws have to say about that!


Time to take the stitches out. I stand perfectly still,  the assistant only needs to hold my tail. So hard not to wag it when I’m with Dr L.

There’s a lot of talk about my Tumors.

I didn’t understand exactly everything, seems to be a problem if they come back. Something about not enough tissue, or skin. I have no idea what that’s all about.


The November sun is beautiful and we can start our walks again. But alas…


…my trouble never seem to end. The scar opened a bit, and Veronica has to rush back to Dr L.

He tells me I’m being a very brave patient, well of course, I’m “The Boxer Warrior Princess”!


I get special cream and have to wear the cone when alone. It’s ok, I’m a patient Princess.


They say my Tumor might come back, they say that’s going to be a problem… Yeah, well, I’ve got news for you, see, I won’t let that happen.

But that’s my little secret!


My thanks go to:

 Dr Gabor Luka for taking such a wonderful care of my Felicia, for making this complicated situation the easiest possible.

 Fanny for being the best fitness dog coach one can dream of, encouraging, rewarding, making the rehab sessions all about the fun.

The assistant team for their friendliness and affection for my Felicia