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.

Farewell My Felicia

On a very sad and cold Friday afternoon, I had to say farewell to my darling Felicia. A sudden, unexpected health issue left me with no alternative than to let her go.

This is her last post, it is an homage to my sweet, crazy, irritating, fun and much loved Boxer girl.

Felicia was my Boxer no. 4. The children had moved out and I told everyone: “This is not a family dog, this is MY Boxer and she’ll speak Swedish.”

Felicia arrived, 10 weeks old, adorable with short stubby legs.

She quickly adapted to her new home and we explored the world together.

She was full of mischief, a personality trait that she never “grew out of” as you would expect.

She attended puppy classes, teenage school and big dog socialising.

I took her on train rides, in busses…


…to restaurants…

…to the airport. She behaved perfectly everywhere.

At mealtimes, she would silently lie on her mat, staring at me with accusing eyes.

We did Agility training with Obedience and Nosework.

She loved all of it.

She seized any opportunity for some fun.

She was a champion at posing. I could tell her to sit and wait while I adjusted my iPhone to get the perfect pic…

or the perfect expression…

…a holiday pic

…or a shoutout.

Here’s one to my favourite Stockholm bookstore: “Hedengrens”

And another to a new, great, Swedish fragrance company: “Cra-Yon”.

Incidentally they own a gorgeous Boxer, Felicia’s cousin, Simon v d Andreashöhe.

And of course her (and my) favourite dog bed brand; Cloud7. (Felicia had 5 of them…I know…)

She was even part of their publicity campaign.

As soon as she saw my iPhone she was ready to pose.

She had her own photo shoots with “Celine Bissat”, like a top model.

Celine is a very talented animal photographer.

She entered a big exhibition. The judge loved her and she got top marks. I, however, had mixed feelings about the experience and decided to call it a day.

Better stop at the top, right?

Many, many of her beds mysteriously “exploded”…at least…well the number is irrelevant…let’s just say more than you can imagine!

As soon as she felt “left out”, she found various (unauthorised) occupations, like “playing” with letters, bills, X-Mas decorations, books, eyeglasses, toys (not hers)…

…”Påskris”, Easter feathers…

…and even a cleaning mop. To name a few.

Her latest siesta habit was on the newly renovated sofas.

She never matured. Last X-Mas every day, EVERY SINGLE DAY, she would “borrow” an ornament and run around the house with it.

Usually after our (big) walk, when I finally relaxed with a cup of tea and a book.

She took the presence of dogs in her vicinity as a personal offence. This personality trait did complicate our everyday life a bit…just a tad.

She could jump out, unexpectedly, taking the leash holder (, totally by surprise.

No I did not see the cat hidden in the bushes, or whatever she felt needed her immediate attention.

Her favourite occupation during walks was not running like any other normal dog, but digging!! And while she did that she became instantly deaf.

Was she related to a Fox Terrier?

Felicia loved her Dr L.

Relaxed and confident she waited on the examination table for her shot.

Sadly Felicia had a number of surgeries, ligament, meniscus, and several tumours. She was brave and courageous.

She loved her rehab sessions with wonderful Fanny and performed all exercises with tenacity and as much grace as a Boxer can manage.

She was constantly by my side.

As close as possible.

We had so much fun together.

Over the years.

All over Switzerland.

Many memories.

My sweet Felicia.

She was a big part of my life, of my heart. I miss her so.

Farväl älskade Felicia

My thanks go to:

Andy & Jacky Flütsch, “Andreashöhe Kennel” my breeder whom I’ve known for 28 years

My inspiring dog Guru and friend, Eva Bodfäldt for having my back and giving me the tools to help Felicia deal with the more complex side of her personality. Making her life, and mine, smoother and fun.

Wonderful Dr Gabor Luka for taking care of my Felicia with love. For his kindness and humanity in my deep sorrow.

My lovely daughter Malkah who stood by my side until the end.

My wonderful family with whom we spent the evening crying and laughing recalling sweet Felicia‘s many, many, many mischiefs.

And last but not least to you Felicia’s “fans”, to you, my faithful readers. It’s been a fun adventure, I quite enjoyed myself (though Felicia blabbed a bit much).

Let’s remember her as this cheeky, fun, annoying, sweet Boxer girl she was.

Felicia v d Andreashöhe 4 Februar 2013 – 1 April 2022

PS I will leave this blog open for a while, feel free to revisit her many stories.

January Gloom

Had a good start in 2022? Well, I didn’t! Frankly, this January has been one long number of events going from bad to worse.

I’m sure you’re dying to hear about it. (If not, I’ll tell you anyway).

End of year was fun, as expected Veronica bought the hugest tree ever. Our ceiling is 2m70, the tree measured 4 m! Yeah, I’m not kidding. What was she thinking?

She tried to wiggle out of Dennis’s murderous look: “I measured it with my iPhone and it didn’t look that big”. An iPhone? Really? The tree had to be cut off, top and bottom.

Next year Dennis will supervise the tree business.

We took the annual X-Mas pic. I look as smashing as always. I do need to explain my “Concerned” look.

I worried that Santa had put me on the naughty list. I sometimes, very rarely, OK, occasionally, play with items Veronica considers her own.

Here’s the big news: Santa came to our house on X-Mas eve! Can you believe that!! To OUR house!

Unfortunately EC was out for a minute, so he missed Santa, but everyone told him about it. Wow, I met Santa! How lucky am I.

He’s sweet, generous and he got me a gift. I love Santa, I think he’s the best, he’s wonderful and gorgeous, all dressed in red.

WTF??? Did you see my gift? A teddy unicorn? Seriously?? I know Little L is into unicorns and rainbows but me? Embarrassing.

Santa’s obviously out of his mind and getting kind of cheap? One gift? I retract all previous statements.

The only fun January event was an unexpected playdate in the woods.

Veronica and I met this really cool, very handsome guy, Indiana. We hit it off and played, running and jumping all over the place.

Indiana is a real gentleman.

Alas after that playdate, I was limping (a little) on my uninjured leg.

Veronica was beside herself with worry “OMG Felicia did you tear another ligament… oh no…” etc etc she went into total crisis mode.

She texted Dr L (poor guy was on vacation). She called Yvonne, to get her point of view. She even checked if my hippie surgeon, Dr B , was around, just in case.

Dr L ordered some anti-inflammatory pills for 5 days.

See what I have to deal with. A totally neurotic Veronica! What’s more, Dennis had left, abandoned me, to be with his family in San Francisco.

I understand that they are very important to him but what about me, especially now in my time of need.

I’m left alone with a frantic Veronica spending the day on the internet, searching for medical clues. Dr L, lucky guy, was on vacation.

She still managed to send him several text messages!

VT came to visit with Klooney, I love him. I wasn’t even allowed to say hello. Apparently we’d get “Over excited” and that could “harm my already injured leg”.

At least I got to cuddle, gently, (closely monitored by Veronica “Försiktigt Felicia”) with VT.

Even the weather was gloomy. Fog and cold.

When I tried to help Veronica clear away the X-Mas decorations she totally misunderstood. She got very upset.

“Felicia this is not your toy, and you need to stay calm, think about your leg”. So much for being helpful!

Dr L came back from his vacation (I pity him to put up with clients like Veronica). After a thorough check up he said my leg is fine (Hear hear).

My back is the problem, I probably hurt it while tossing around with Indiana. I got a laser session.

Just as we were leaving, Veronica, suddenly, out of the blue, asked if I should wear a coat, to protect my back!!! Dr L, probably to humour her, said good idea in this cold weather.

So now I have to walk around in this ridiculous outfit. Highly embarrassing. What will the new, charming neighbour, a handsome Golden, think.

I have to wear it most of the time! “Felicia you heard Dr L, it’s for your own good. You look great, its a gorgeous Cloud7 coat”

Bla bla bla whatever…

Thankfully Dennis came back and I was allowed to come to the airport. There was, unfortunately, a very tiny, minor incident with a Spitz.

Not my fault, he glared at me and walked very close by, I just had to tell him to back off.

Veronica gave me “the speech”, the “If you cannot behave in public you’ll just have to stay home.” That speech.

Second laser session with Dr L. Don’t you think I look cool in these glasses? Like a Mafia Dog. I gather if I was allowed out with these beauties most dogs would back off.

People would call me “Felicia, the Mafia dog”.

That would show that “full of himself Jack Russell” down the road who’s the Boss. Ha!

Dr L was said I’m fine and as of next month I can run again. Unfortunately not with Indiana. Apparently my back is “too fragile” and I need to be careful.

Yeah yeah more gloom.

I know who to blame for my misery: Santa!! He put a spell on me. It started that day.

All this nonsense about him being wonderful and generous. He’s self-centred and obsessed by his own appearance. What’s with the whole “Only wear red” business?

He’s clearly lost his touch. Generous Santa, pffff my paw!

On second thought…I’m willing to be the bigger person here and forgive Santa! (This has nothing to do with the fact he’s in charge of the gifts)

Anyway the sun is shining, in a few days I’ll be able to run without a coat, and Veronica promised we’ll soon go on an excursion.

Things are looking brighter, at last!

The Mountain Hike

The other day, as I was hanging out in my Cloud7 Bed, I heard Veronica and Dennis talk about a mountain trip.

It’s because of these fancy hiking boots they just bought. After having boasted about it to the whole family, they had no choice, but to go on a hike.

Don’t talk the talk if you can’t walk the walk!

The question was: would I be part of the trip or would I be dumped off at Uncle Bradley’s? I did not have much hope, they can sometimes be very self centred!

Amazingly enough, I was to be part of the adventure, if…”If Dr L says it’s ok for you to hike in the mountains at your age and considering your medical history”.

Pathetic, what about her age? She should be the one consulting her Dr.

Dr L just looked at Veronica like a very tired, wise old professor would look at an annoying student and told her I’d be fine, but suggested that a visit to my favourite osteopath, Dr F, might be in order.

Sometimes Veronica can be so embarrassing at the Vet…and don’t get me started on my surgeries. I get faint with shame just thinking about it…

We went to see Dr F in his new fancy rehab center. (Where Dr B, my cool hippie surgeon also practices).

He was thrilled to see me and I was very happy to see him. He worked on my back so now I am ready for long, healthy hikes.

FYI: I am NOT too old!! My physical condition is excellent! Even Dr L and Dr F says so!

Bags are ready, all necessities packed. Time to leave for canton Bern and the beautiful village of Grindelwald.

We checked into a lovely little Boutique hotel with a mountain view of the Geiger.

It’s a dog friendly hotel. I have my own bed and bowl. Very classy and nice.

The next morning, I’m way less enthusiastic! Instead of climbing up, like real hikers, Veronica and Dennis cheat by taking this horrific egg like transport called Telepherique, I do not like this at all.

Veronica tells me I’m being a wimp “It’s not dangerous Felicia”…says who?? So she’s some kind of expert now, an engineer?

Nobody in their right mind travels in these insane cabins.

Luckily the torture transport comes to an end and I pretend all is fine (no, I’m no wimp)…anyhow I have no time to dwell, the view is beautiful up here.

We follow a path along the mountain. Veronica refuses to let me off the leash.

“Felicia you can slip and fall down the slope”.

Whatever, I have to live with her neuroses, after 8 years I’m used to it. Also I enjoy the hike even on a long leash.

We have lunch at a lovely little inn, I get a bowl of water and Veronica, very generously, lets me sleep on her coat.

Dennis even shares his food, a delicious local sausage.

After lunch we walk (yes we climbed) even higher. The view is spectacular.

We take a little snack break at the top, and admire the breathtaking sight. It’s very Swiss, like a postcard, or a Swiss movie, like Heidi.

Apparently hiking all the way down to Grindelwald is bad for Dennis’s knees. Lame excuse, they’re just tired and lazy. To be fair we did walk for many hours.

Thank god we travel back on a small mountain train. Not very comfortable but at least we’re on the ground.

Dennis tells me I’m a very good girl, I know that, there’s even another dog further away, but I choose to take the high road and be quiet.

That has nothing to do with the fact that it’s a huge dog. I just feel I want to act civilised, as all well behaved dogs should.

Back at the hotel I crash on my bed. Veronica has to drag me out for the evening walk.

Next morning we’re up for a surprise: snow! The hotel staff helps us to choose a hike on the opposite hill from yesterday.

This time we take a perilous (their words not mine) bus ride up to a place called “Bussalp”. Dennis says there’s no fricking way he’s getting in that bus again.

That leaves no other option than to walk all the way back to the hotel (I guess the choice between a scary bus ride or hurting knees was easy).

It takes a few hours, and we got kind of lost. I know, these guys pretend to be real hikers but they’re actually total amateurs.

The walk home was fun though, we spotted the bus going down the winding road, and yes, I admit, we’re better off by foot.

The last evening Veronica and Dennis go for a farewell Grindelwald Apéro (with a view) in the bar.

I’m left in the room….supposedly I might disturb the zen mood if another dog comes in. Rise above, rise above…I won’t even comment on such stupid nonsense.

After a morning walk it’s time to go home. I am quite exhausted I admit, and am looking forward to my own, comfy, Cloud7 bed.

As they say in Sweden “Borta bra men hemma bäst”. Or rather, home sweet home.

I can highly recommend hiking in the Bernese Oberland. It’s not only gorgeous and dog friendly but people are very nice and welcoming.

We all loved it, Felicia included. And yes, her physical condition is great for an 8 1/2 year Boxer girl. (As is ours BTW).

Hotel Glacier: A small wonderful Boutique hotel, dog friendly and with very friendly and caring staff

Summer of 21

I know, it’s November already, but I still want to tell you about my summer. What? You’re not interested? Of course you are, how else will you keep up with my very interesting, exciting life!

So here we go: Boxer Felicia’s Summer of 21:

As every year, summer kicks off with THE Birthdays, as you know they’re born on the same day. They have to share the party!

Incidentally, sharing a birthday…what a nightmare! I know Flay is born on the same day as I but luckily (and for more then one reason) she does not live here.

FYI: I’m not grumpy on this pic! (some people have made nasty comments) I was just surprised and did not have time to put on my very best “I’m a gorgeous photo model” look”

The whole family was gathered, as always, and there is singing and Veronica made a princess cake, on Lilja’s behalf. (That little girl gets way too much attention).

Let’s not forget, she has a baby brother now. Let him be the prince every once in a while.

Our garden is lovely in the summer. We have an amazing huge Jasmine bush, that emits a delicious perfume for several weeks.

Veronica never gardens, NEVER, and if ever she did, the flowers would probably all die from lack of care. The flowers are lucky not to grow in our garden.

Little L is often at the house, and we hang out. We have this inspiring look because we’re admiring some huge birds flying above.

The sun did not last, alas! It rained EVERY day for weeks, and weeks, rain and rain and more rain.

Our walks were flooded.

Every where there was water. I didn’t mind, makes the walks more fun. (Also, not deep enough for swimming)

There was an incident with Little L’s hair: she decided to train as a hairdresser…on herself. The result got mixed reviews, let’s just say no clients will freely line up in her salon.

The parents were in a state of shock! They were furious and Little L had to be rushed to the hairdresser, a real one, with proper training. She now has a very cute cut, so I think.

Veronica just laughed and thought the whole episode was fun. I told you, she’s grown soft with these grandkids!

To give the parents a breather Little L came to stay with us for a bit. Veronica had bought her this absolutely hideous, weird doll with creepy eyes. She thinks it’s beautiful.

We went down to our community beach, Little L insists on holding the leash “I’m very strong”.

We were up for a surprise, our beach had disappeared. The lake water level was very high after all the rain. We had fun though jumping in the waves.

Little L got inspired by Banksy, and decided to tag our house, thankfully with a crayon and not a spray or permanent pen.

There had previously been some house tagging, many years ago, with black spray paint…Out of courtesy I will keep the culprits names secret.

At the time Veronica did NOT laugh and find the incident funny…see how she’s changed.

I went to a rehab session with my Fanny. Out of the blue, she told us she’s leaving for Budapest to study to become a Veterinarian.

OMG!!! What did she say?? Leaving??

I was furious, how can she do this to me, her favourite (Yes of course) patient!! Just look at this perfect posture, I am a champion in the rehab centre. Everyone says so.

It was a tearful good bye. I’ll miss her so much, and ok I know, she wants to be a vet. I guess I must, very reluctantly, wish her all the best.

It wasn’t a very warm summer so we could even take walks during the day.

The nature is lovely around our home.

We’re very lucky.

The Swiss national holiday is on the 1st of August. Veronica doesn’t even celebrate but I have to “dress up” for the mandatory photo shoot.

To tell the truth I love this part of my life. I get so much praise and tons of rewards. Ok, I agree, those ribbons are a bit silly, but there you go.

We took evening walks by the lake.

I have my “it’s too hot” spots in the garden…

…and the house

Depending of the time of day.

I love these long, lazy summer days. Everyone’s relaxed, happy, family and friends come over to swim, we hang out late at night in the garden.

Life is good.

Postcard From Sweden

I’m very upset, if not downright angry: Veronica has started traveling again. How come you say? She got the Covid vaccination as did all her Swedish friends.

Nobody had bothered telling me anything… as always, I’m last to know.

This is what happened: The other day, as I was strolling around the house, minding my own business, I suddenly…

…stumbled on a suitcase!! In Veronica and Dennis’s bedroom. The truth unfolded; Veronica was going to Stockholm, alone. To see her friends.

What about Dennis? No he had to stay here, partly to take care of me, but mostly because Veronica, very egotistically, did not want to share her friends with him.

I felt hurt on Dennis’s behalf. He, on the other hand, said he perfectly understood. He’s such a gentleman. Thank god I was there to keep his spirits up.

There is a common denominator among her friends: dogs. I have mixed feelings about this fact. I am, to be perfectly honest here, a tiny, minuscule bit jealous that she gets to hang out with other dogs without me.

And before you say anything, I absolutely know how to behave, as we’ve already established on multiple occasions.

She had lunch with Monica and Yvonne and sweet little Bubblan. I say little. but there is nothing little in her energy level! She can jump and run forever it seems.

Bubblan even got Ice cream! Why don’t I get that?

Veronica told me when I swim like Bubblan she might consider ice cream for me.

That’s what I call blackmail. She should feel ashamed of herself. I don’t even want to discuss the matter. I’m offended!

Incidentally I can do tons of other things, off the top of my head: I’m the best photo model ever, patient, gorgeous, elegant, smart…! Does that count for nothing? I totally deserve ice cream, don’t you agree Monica?

Veronica spent a fun day with four beautiful, slightly wild Boxers and their plus one’s: Yvonne and Tom with Lux and Qarisma.

Maria and Christer with Vinci and Qastor.

Veronica was thrilled to meet the Andreashöhe Q siblings again. She would, of course, report back to Andy and Jacky.

All four had so much fun. The older siblings, Lux and Vinci, played with a certain dignity. Probably wanting to show the youngsters how it’s done…

…meanwhile the Andreashöhe lot couldn’t care less and had a blast!

Vinci showed off his tricks, I wish he wouldn’t, it gives Veronica unrealistic ideas…for me.

Veronica absolutely wanted a pic with the two Q’s. Considering their level of energy, a photo session was only achieved, and with considerable difficulty, at the end of the day.

She very much wanted to meet Simon v d Andreashöhe too, but he lives a little far away. Perhaps some other time. He reminds her of my mother Ondra and he’s gorgeous. (Duh, he’s an Andreashöhe!!)

Apparently he’s very sweet, so Niclas and Christine tells Veronica. I now have 3 cousins in Sweden, so cool!

Next stop, two days with Eva, my Eva! She lives, south of Stockholm, it’s a beautiful place. Surrounded by woods, the sea, lakes and many wonderful walks.

Will-Ja and young Pike are the most obedient, well behaved dogs Veronica has ever met, so she tells everyone.

Of course they are! They’re Eva’s dogs! Also let’s put things in perspective here, we’re talking about a working dog breed, Field type labradors. (Us Boxers are just a little…let’s say “imaginative”)

I hope Veronica boasted about how much progress I’ve made, all thanks to Eva’s advice. I’m no Will-Ja mind you, let’s not be unrealistic here.

Eva once told Veronica I’m a great dog! Hear that? THE Eva said so, and she’s among the movers and shakers in the dog world.

Just a little tip, read her book, it’s fun and informative. (“Kontakt kontraket”, in English “Follow me” Eva Bodfäldt)

Will-Ja and Pike need daily challenges.

Like swim out to retrieve balls, in an orderly fashion, following precise instructions as to who picks up which ball. Veronica was very impressed.

FYI I have a ton of cool tricks up my sleeve!

Will-Ja is a very special dog, she’s sensitive and has an independent mind, she likes things done her way. She even has her own book. (“Det handlar om Will-Ja” Eva Bodfäldt).

A deep bond ties her to Eva, two strong ladies. Veronica is particularly fond of Will-Ja, apparently it’s mutual, so Eva says. Should I worry?

Hippie is a fun, no nonsense, happy go lucky kind of dog. She’s a Schapendoes and lives with Veronica’s friend Ulrika.

Veronica has told me, on numerous occasions, I should take a leaf out of her book. I’m kind of sick of her little pointers. Don’t get a Boxer, I say! I’m as perfect as they come!

Veronica loves their beautiful summer house in the Stockholm archipelago. Sometimes I get the feeling she misses Stockholm.

She keeps on telling everyone that nothing can live up to a Swedish summer.

Finally, the last day in Stockholm, is spent with Ann, and her magnificent, elegant poodle Felix. (Why is it that Poodles are so elegant? They have this kind of aristocratic superior look, I think)

I love Ann, she’s known me since I was a tiny pup. She used to be an Agent for opera singers, and whenever her singers performed at the Geneva Opera house, she would stay with us.

We welcomed Veronica back with the Chef’s, a.k.a. Dennis’s, special pesto. We were both very happy to have her home again.

She talked about her friends, the dogs… beautiful Stockholm, on and on…bla bla bla…It got to be a little annoying.

We’re obviously happy for her, but enough already!

Actually, what do I care, my Veronica is home!

To all my Swedish friends: thank you for making my return to Stockholm, after 18 long months, such a wonderful and fun time. I’d missed you!

The Excursion

This story happened a few months back…but I wasn’t in a “sharing” mood at the time. Before getting to the actual topic of the day, I need to fill you in on a few major changes in our home.

Veronica had decided to finally upholster the sofas and two chairs. They were an embarrassment! Oh yes, just trust me on this one, they were! As expected she chose Josef Frank materiel from Svenskt Tenn. (A Swedish store).

To say that she’s a fan in an understatement!

Unfortunately this renovation came with new rules…for me! “No more scratching your back Felicia, it ruins the cloth”. Like I’m responsible for the state of her sofas. What about all the kids climbing all over them like monkeys?

No, blame the innocent Boxer! The unfairness of it!

One of the things I’ve heard Veronica say is that people who walk into a brand store and buy a “living room” either “lack imagination” or “don’t have their own proper taste”.

She’s such an hypocryte! Have you seen her living room? It looks like a fricking page from a Svenskt Tenn catalogue! Someone please tell her!

In her defence the sofas, chairs and lamps came from her childhood home, from the 60s. But the rest? She pretends it’s different if you choose Josef Frank. What a joke!

Back to our story:

One morning I hear Veronica’s, slightly neurotic, voice shouting “Have you seen Felicia, I can’t find her, she’s disappeared. OMG she’s run away!!”

I was simply sleeping quietly in my basket, but for some obscure reason they didn’t see me. I found the situation hilarious.

After what seemed like an eternity she finally found me, “Honey, she’s here, she’s here” then “Oh my Felicia, I thought you’d disappeared”. You’d think I had been lost in the woods for 3 days! She’s pathetic!

Then she became all serious and told me I needed to be on my best behaviour because we were going on a daytrip.

“Felicia, remember, other dogs are also allowed to go on this excursion, not only you, so you need to act civil. No growling or making any kind of scene.”

Frankly is she giving me the talk…again! What does she think? That I’m a total moron? That I don’t know how to behave? That I can’t follow social etiquette? I feel hurt! HURT!

What? The incident with the little Jack Russell? Oh but that was just one big misunderstanding. Let’s move on.

We travel to this quite amazing place called “Les Gorges de l’Orbe”. It’s a huge water fall, very impressive.

Veronica, who has a fear of heights, was freaking out big time. “No, I cannot go closer, it’s super dangerous, I might fall”.

She’s standing about 6 feet away from the edge, at least. P L E A S E! Honestly, she’s such a wimp!

She felt much happier by the river.

Me? Oh no, I’m a daredevil. I’m like the strong St. Bernard dogs rescuing people in the mountains. Come think of it I’d be the best! People would call me “The amazing Rescue Boxer Felicia”!

“The Amazing Rescue Boxer Felicia has yet again, heroically, saved a life”. So cool!

We follow the river on a small path, unfortunately Veronica refused to let me off the leash. “Felicia you can fall into the water and drown”.

Gee, she’s dramatic. I’m kind of tired of her neuroses, honestly had this been only Dennis and I, I would be happily running around by now.

I try to give her my “Please let me run free” look. My sweet innocent look that usually comes with excellent results. Especially when if I’ve gotten myself into trouble.

e.g. When playing with stuff she considers inappropriate. Obviously by mistake, goes without saying.

On the way back we stop at our favourite lake. “Lac de Joux”, I love that place. The bottom has small stones and it is not deep.

I can wade out far, enjoy the water and even jump around a little, when I’m in the mood for it.

There was an awkward moment when Veronica and Dennis thought I’d go swimming. Honestly they should know by now:


Also swimming is overrated and so passé, wading is the new black. Everyone knows that!

A day trip is exhausting. You’ll be happy to know that I behaved perfectly well, never embarrassing Veronica and Dennis. As expected, I did not create any kind of incident.

What, no other dogs around?

I’m choosing not to answer this, frankly, inappropriate and hurtful question. You’re disturbing my beauty sleep! So chop chop, off you go!

The First One

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.

To my wonderful Ficelle in Memoriam

The Disappointing Birthday

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.

Am I a Spoiled Boxer?

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.

“Spoiled Boxer”, my foot!

Boxer Felicia sleeps on Cloud7 Beds:

The Weird Holiday

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.

I’m good.

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.

As for me, I’m exhausted, I need a vacation!

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