This is my Lego, she used to live with us. Today I feel a bit sad; it has been two years since she left us.

Veronica told me she moved to this wonderful place for very old or sick dogs. It’ called “Fairyland”. There, they are happy and feel no pain.

We are not allowed to visit.

This story is about her. She was my everything, my surrogate Mom, my Mentor, my security blanket, my friend and I miss her so much.

Lego  lived with Veronica for many, many years

She loved obedience, and they took part in many competitions.  Even during walks she ASKED for exercises… pushing Veronica’s hand in encouragement.

Personally I find  that’s a bit weird? I’d rather chase irritating birds, so much more fun.

She enjoyed  Agility a lot. She was perfect since she loved to obey. Never made any mistakes.

Sometimes I find that a bit irritating.. to hear what a goodie goodie Lego was. “Little Ms Perfect”! Ok I might be a tad jealous.

The thing is ; I do, at times, find it difficult to control my emotions and I am perhaps a little, little impulsive…

But yes, she was pretty perfect; Never ran after cats, or rabbits, or birds… Always came back straight away when Veronica called… etc etc

The day Veronica came to visit Andy and Jacky, Lego came along so she could check me out. She was happy to be there,  Andy was  thrilled to see her. She was an Andreashöhe after all.

I felt a little intimidated. She was an old lady.

She was very gentle and sweet. Andy told Veronica everything would be fine.  Lego  seemed to like me and we accepted each other quite well.

A few weeks later Veronica and NC picked me up. Lego immediately made me feel comfortable and when we reached my new home I was happy.

With Lego, I felt secure. Protected from anything or anyone.

She never pushed me away. In the garden after playing around I sat close to her, just incase.

We had two beds, I always moved over to Lego’s. I did not like to be alone…

…for sleeping or just cuddling .

She was my mentor. I looked up to her and tried to act as responsible as she did. Well  this turned out to be a little difficult at times…or most of the time.

Lego had been a wonderful surrogate Mom for all Puppies in the family. Yuna, MC’s first little one.

(I never met her since, sadly, she had to leave for Fairyland early)

Indya of course. Both spent a lot of time at our house as puppies, when MC worked. So I’ve been told.

I think Lego liked little ones. Even if she did look a bit grumpy.

MC and Indya often came over. Lego was our Queen. Us pups  played crazy games. If we became too wild, she gave us the look…the:

“STOP IT NOW GIRLS” look. We knew it was time to calm down.

I grew up and Lego got more tired. Veronica told me I had to be very gentle with her.

It was my turn to comfort Lego, to keep her safe, and secure.

The last one.

Some time after, she decided to move to Fairyland.

The whole family was very sad.

Veronica especially, I saw her crying. She told me we should be happy for Lego.  She was now with her friend Tessi, with Yuna, having fun and playing wild games.

Why can’t we go and visit ??

I felt lost, sad, lonely… life without my Lego was not the same

I loved her and miss her.

Veronica loves shopping. She can spend hours in just about any store. Shopping with girlfriends, shopping with her girls, shopping with Dennis (not so much), shopping with her boys (even less often).

Sometimes I’m allowed to come with her. Not to all stores, but some special places, as on Mars.

A very cool small store with shoes, bags and  clothes. Sabrina is the owner and CC works with her, both are real cool and I know they like me.

I’m always welcome.  There is even a little yard I can hang out in if it’s too crowded inside.

Whenever we come here I know I better be patient. Trust me, Veronica spends A VERY LONG TIME HERE! She loves to try on all new shoes, talk to Sabrina, talk to CC, try some more stuff on.. etc…

Considering the time the “Shopping escapade”  takes, I usually get comfortable on the soft carpet in the shoe room.

Veronica just tells me I am not allowed out on the street, she gets a little bit bossy..  I  know the Mars/rules,  she still goes on about dangerous cars etc..

I am no puppy!! And what more; there is a Gate!

I have to say I don’t understand why trying on shoes becomes such an “ordeal” ?

And what’s this whole business with the: putting them on…taking them  off….  on again..  walk a bit…take them off and so on.. ?

What’s wrong with these  shoppers??  What’s the deal with  this  “shoe madness” ??

Usually Veronica comes here with CS.  Apparently shopping alone is too difficult. She needs advice, not that it makes it easier. I even think it confuses things and delays any kind of decision!

They just go on and on about; what to buy, and what is nice and what is to come.

Not to mention the:

“lets try these shoes on”…”what do you think about this bag”…”oh you need to try those pants on again”…”look at this dress, would look great on you”…”Check this coat”…”Let’s see the coat with that sweater”…This circus can go on for quite some time.

And then, as if CS is not enough, she texts her girls, and sometimes even Dennis, for advice…

Pictures are sent, FaceTime discussions starts.

I told you; madness!

I  relax and  check out new customers.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy these little shopping excursions and Mars is  fun. At the end of the day what only matters is:

I LOVE spending time with Veronica.

I did hear Veronica tell Dennis Mars is soon moving to a new location.. I can’t wait to check it out. Well that is to say, if I am allowed to visit….

*MA VIE SUR MARS*

http://www.maviesurmars.com

As soon as Dennis moved in there was A LOT (!) of talk about a Wedding. I finally understood that it was actually Veronica and Dennis getting married.

The word wedding was pronounced AT LEAST 100 times a day: again.. and again. On the phone with god knows who, with the family, with the girlfriends and of course with Dennis.

I secretly think that he got a little fed up with the whole extravaganza.

She even talked to me about it, “Felicia you are going to be our flower girl” “I’ll find you some lovely flowers to wear”

Flower girl ??  Flowers to wear??  What is she talking about ???  What IS a flower girl ? Someone please EXPLAIN!!  And why can’t I just wear a nice collar??

She came home with my wedding/flower girl outfit. Now, I have to admit that once I reconsidered and realised:

1. I am going to be very important in the ceremony (perhaps even THE most important one)

2. I look very cute with my flowers

3. Every one will look at me

I was ready to embrace my new role as a responsible flower girl. Happy and proud!

D day came. The house was crazy,  CRAZY! Everyone running everywhere. Veronica was a nervous mess. Freaking out big time. I heard,  “dress” “make up” “flowers”  “have you thought about that??”  and so on.

Poor Dennis, I could see he was pretty nervous himself. I wonder if he was starting to regret the whole business?

I was sent over on a playdate to my friend across the street. Fred, a very cool (and handsome I might add) American Bulldog.

The general idea (I overheard Veronica talk to Dennis) was that I would get all my energy out so I could behave at the Mayors office!

Like I don’t know that. I’m THE Flower Girl! Remember!

We did have loads of fun though and I was happy to escape the “insane/home/atmosphere”.

Thank god Veronica left…. Dennis picked me up at Fred’s, we got ready and left for the Mayor’s.

NC was there and he took me inside, it was a huge room with all family and friends. I knew all of them.

Veronica was late and I could hear MC talking to Dennis (who was seriously freaking out by now) telling him to relax… honestly what did he think ?  She would run away??

These wedding grooms need to chill.

The ceremony began with cello music, and ML made a speech.. Everyone was crying.. EVERYONE.. I felt a bit awkward.. aren’t wedding’s supposed to be fun??  Was there a problem?

Turns out that crying at a Wedding is what one is supposed to do. (Beats me.)

More music, speeches and more tears the Ceremony was over we headed out…and…

.. WOW.. There were rose petals and bubbles, all over the place!  So cool, I mean EVERYONE cheering at us, we were the stars. I know everyone thought I was particularly adorable.

Of course, I’m the TRUE star here!

So Bubbles, that’s my absolute favourite game.. Very tempting.. I knew I had to be on my best behaviour … I did not even pop a single one. Quite a performance don’t you agree ?

I will not go into the details of the “family photo session”, they always get into a state! “Guys it’s JUST A PHOTO!!”…on top of that, Veronica fusses over my ears, the way I sit.. C’mon give it a rest.

All merry friends and family came to our house for the best party ever. Music and fun. I know Veronica and Dennis were very happy.

As for myself, I went straight to bed.. I was sooo tired. Being a Flower girl is fun, sure, but oh so  EXHAUSTING!

The other Sunday there was quite a bit of excitement. Well Dennis was hyped: It was sports night!

We were invited to NC and MBC’s house for dinner and watch a game called Baseball

I was very happy mostly because NC  absolutely ADORES me. He is the coolest of cool guys, he’s a star.

If I got this right one team was called “The Yankees” the other team “The Giants”.

Veronica took this lovely blue leash out so I could be part of the game spirit.

Only tiny little detail: NC is a HUGE “Yankees” fan, Dennis not so much! He’s more of a  “Giants” kind of guy as they come from his home town.

He, very, reluctantly took the blue leash grumbling; “Can’t believe I am putting this on her”.

I think blue looks great with my features.

I heard Veronica tell Dennis he had to be good sports and not gloat and scream if his team won. C’mon guys, it’s just a game!

The game came on. To be honest after a while I got bored. I mean they mostly stand still, then they try to hit a ball with a long fat stick and misses… how hard can it be?

When finally one of the guys gets it right and runs, it’s not even very fast. These baseball fellows need to get in better shape. They’re kind of chubby.

Both Veronica and MBC expressed precisely this thought.

But OMG the guys got all worked up and told them “you don’t get it” and “they’re really fit”  and “there are loads of things going on all the time”.

Gee, just mentioning the obvious!

I tended  to agree with the girls and went out to sleep on the balcony. Cooler, and I could still check on everyone.

Meanwhile inside the guys were all “Yeah” and “Look at that” and “wow, great run” and “great catch”.

The girls were on their phones. Can’t blame them.

“The Yankees” won, NC did not gloat, Dennis did not sulk. It was all very civilised…amazingly enough.

Am I a “Yankees” fan? NC’s a star AND he has this cool Yankees tattoo. AND blue really suits me.

YES I AM A YANKEES FAN !

P.S. Dennis got me a Giants leash and matching collar! (I know…these sport fans…pathetic!)

This is Andy und Jacky, they own the “Andreashöhe Kennel” where I was born. These were their boxers, at that time. Ondra von der Hansjakobstad, Xeron von der Andreashöhe, Gamine du Val d’Europe, and Sinca von der Andreashöhe.

It’s a very cool place with a huge yard, lots of toys, tunnels and fun stuff to do. Inside they even have SOFAS FOR THE DOGS! (Not like at home where sofas are a no no.)

Veronica loves that breeder and apparently I am her third Andreashöhe boxer and the fourth in the family.

My mother: Ondra von der Hansjakobstadt, she was from Germany. I find her just gorgeous.

She was 18 months old when Veronica first met her, fell in love with her and decided she wanted one of her pups.

She had a wonderful and fun personality, so I’ve been told, full of energy and tenderness.

I think we do look alike in a certain way. She was a beautiful Boxer lady.

My Father: Tiwaz del Colle dell’Infinito, a very handsome fellow in my opinion.

I mean look at those muscles! We never met as he lives in Austria, he’s Italian, and very charming, so I heard.

Here you can see my Pedigree, I have a lot of Italian blood.

My mother was the most loving and caring Mom you can imagine.

She always looked out for me, keeping me safe, giving me all the attention I needed.

Uncle Xeron assisted in the puppy duties.

Keeping an eye on the bunch of us, inside

and outside.

Me….and my siblings. Apparently I was a pill, not sharing the toys.

I don’t believe a a word of it!  Just look at that innocent face. Adorable!

A short time after I arrived at Veronica’s house, Andy called.  I did not quite understand. There was much talk about something called cancer.

Ondra had to leave for fairyland, a special  wonderful place for dogs. Unfortunately we cannot visit. Veronica was very sad, Andy and Jacky miss her so much.

Guys, she’s in fairyland and probably has a great time now.

This is the new generation of Andreashöhe boxers. First Xeron, then my sister, Flay, her daughters, my nieces, Hora and little I’love

I love to go there and see Andy and Jacky. I get candy, lots and lots and lots of hugs and attention and compliments. That’s pretty awesome!!

This was on my fist visit back, I was just a little over a year old.

My sister?  Well she’s become quite full of herself now she had all these medals, and passed all the tests to become a Mom… pfffffff

We were bickering about which one of us could be on Andy’s lap, obviously she felt entitled to that space…a little reminder here; I’m the guest!

Andy just laughed and told us “Anständig ihr zwei, biss nieder da chef hier, gall” (behave you two, nobody’s the boss here)

We thought better of it and went off to play.

I love Andy and Jacky! We’ve been back to visit this spring, you can read all about it in my Blogpost “Boxer Travels Part One: The Puppies”,

Flay was not so keen on my presence on that occasion.

Shortly after our last visit, Andy and Jacky got married!! They look so happy!  Oh, and all the Boxers were among them!! At the actual wedding!

Well, that’s no big deal, I’ve been a flower girl!

Lately Veronica has been going on about another puppy…can’t believe she’s even considering that option, I’m nowhere ready for a puppy in the house!

If it really comes down to that…better be an Andresahöhe

Danke Andy und Jacky für alle meine wunderbare Boxer Mädchen. 

http://www.boxerwelpen.ch