The Friendship


Today’s post is not about me. What? Yes, I can talk about other dogs too. I am not a self centred boxer girl and I do not think the world is all about me! (Even if Veronica says so)

So, today I want to tell you the story of a friendship. A strong loyal and happy friendship. Like no other.


I’m talking about the friendship between my Lego


…. and her Tessi.

Full name: “Tessi von Belpberg”  (Lego was a “von Andreashöhe“).


They met as tiny Puppies at the Boxer club, they went to Puppy school together, and from that moment on their bond was sealed.

VT, Tessi’s Mom, is very (VERY) much like Veronica. They’re expert shoppers  (PHD level), they love the same movies, shows and clothes, they even had the same car!

And, they adore all Apple products, anything Steve ever created. Yes, she’s just as obsessed as Veronica believe it or not.


The most important fact however, is that they trained their boxers, only with positive reinforcement. Treats, toys and fun, and certainly no yelling, shouting or tugging at the leash.

They became best friends.

To this day they continue to share and help each other out with useful tips and encouragement. On the dog front, of course, as well as on numerous other matters, including Apple products.


Whenever VT came the house, Tessi was alert in the car, long before they arrived, she knew where they were going, to see her BFF.

Lego was waiting by the door expectantly. She had learned to recognise the sound of the engine.

Every time  VT had to travel for work, Tessi stayed with Lego for long, happy sleepovers. They played all day, like crazy dogs.


They were wrestling champions. Growling, biting tirelessly, pretending they were ferocious beasts. Veronica even had to separate them for some quiet time.

Now here’s a game I approve of. I mean theses guys knew how it’s done, the real stuff. Yeah, that’s right down my alley!


Indya is my BFF and I love her, but for some stupid reason she just wants to run, and run and run. See, I try to distract her with my stick. Would it kill her just to slow down and wrestle with me?

No, it’s all about the running and the “Chase me if you can” game. I blame that running family!


Lego and Tessi never got into fights about the toys they shared…


or better, they each had their own.


They looked out for each other; “I have your back, you have mine”. The “Nobody messes with my BFF” stare.

That’s what I call friendship and a badass attitude.


They always slept together, even in very narrow beds…


…that sometimes did not seem very comfortable. But true friends stick together.


One day VT and Tessi had to move to a country far away. To a beautiful region with big nature reserves and parks where Tessi could run and play.

She had even found a new Boxer friend named Bandit and there was a wonderful Kennel for Tessi when VT went travelling.


For many years the two Boxer friends did not see each other. Lego knew her Tessi would return, and finally that day arrived.

Sadly by then Tessi was not feeling very well. She was in good hands though, VT loved her so much and provided all the care she needed, pampering her little Boxer girl with utmost tenderness.


Tessi was eager to see her Lego, the two older ladies enjoyed their reunited friendship. Not realising it would be the last time.

Shortly after, Tessi had to leave for Fairyland.

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Lego felt very lonely, her true friend was gone. She missed her a lot. She still ran expectantly to the door when she heard VT’s car engine.

She hoped her Tessi would be there, never wanting to accept that her friend had left her.


One day it was my Lego’s turn to depart for Fairyland, and I was the one alone.


My solace is that I know my Lego is with her Tessi again. Bet you they’re having a ball, true friends, partners in crime, reunited for ever.


My thanks goes Lego’s, and my, friend Michael, for some of these wonderful pictures at a time when iPhones were not available.

A note form my friend VT :  ❤️❤️❤️😭 this is really a wonderful wonderful testimonial, thank YOU for remembering and honoring our friendship through L and T’s… 😘😘





Baby L


It’s time to talk about Baby L. I have postponed this moment because of my very (very) ambiguous opinion on the subject.

On one hand she’s cute…on the other she gets WAY TOO MUCH ATTENTION. And I find that a tad irritating!

We’re talking about the whole family. Here are just a few examples:


The parents for one, but I guess that’s pretty normal, even though these guys are a little intense…

Trust me, that Baby is the most pampered and loved Baby ever.


NC in the middle of his civil guard duties had to stop and cuddle??!! C’mon is this the proper attitude for a Civil army guy?

I don’t think so!


ZC performing all sorts of extreme Yoga poses just to make that Baby laugh? What about making me laugh?


Veronica’s ridiculous doting, and don’t get me started on the FaceTime calls! EVERY SINGLE DAY! (Sometimes twice a day!!)

We’re talking about someone who had FOUR (yes four!) babies, isn’t that enough cuddling for a lifetime?


There’s been a lot of Baby sitting. At first she was in her stroller most of the time.


Then she sat looking at me. That was all fine until…


…she started crawling. Suddenly she was all over the place, into my stuff, taking my toys!


Climbing on my special food can.


She is a very active Baby, can’t believe how fast those little things are. Veronica closed the doors so I could get some privacy


I felt a little left out and is she touching my stuff again?


Turns out she isn’t that interested in me, the sweet Boxer girl. No. Her only interest is…


…exploring the house and disrupting the order. Yeah, there she goes with the Dvd’s.


Just look at her, isn’t there some responsible adult watching her? And where are her toys?

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With incredible speed she empties the kitchen drawers, have you seen this mess? Somebody needs to teach that Baby the notion of tidying up.

She just leaves it all lying around, unaware of the chaos, happily moving on to the next project.

All these highly questionable initiatives reminds me of someone.


Yes, this is Little E all over again, remember? Why do these wild children perform their mischiefs close to my bed? Probably so they can blame me? “Felicia did it”.

Yeah, yeah, blame the poor innocent sweet Boxer.


Indya tells me Baby L is just the same at home, even more wild, if possible. She climbs on everything…




…high up! And she’s not even walking yet. What’s that all about?

I have a very valid theory: It is because of all the running, VH and MC run all over the place, they’re super active.

Nothing good can come out of all that running, just look at Indya, she can’t take a normal walk at a comfortable pace, no its running and running and more running.

They were bound to have a wild baby, what with those genes.


At least Indya can keep up with her and run even faster.

Indya loves Baby L. I think it’s partly because she eats normal food now, and throws most of it on the floor to a waiting happy Boxer.


I get the feeling soon these two are going to be quite the pair, Indya is full of initiatives herself, and what’s better than a wild baby to assist her.

Yep, those parents are only in the beginning of a very long and very crazy journey!


I can be Baby L’s friend too, yes I can. I go for a smooth approach, just to show everyone how it’s done.


I don’t understand why, but for some obscure reason, they did not seem happy at all.


Ok, if this is how things are going to be, I’ll just keep to myself and wait for Little E to return. At least she understands me, and gives me treats all the time.

Anyway, what do I care, there’s nothing special about a Baby.


Ah, who am I kidding, I do care, and what’s more, she’s the most adorable, super cute, funniest Baby ever.

She clearly has her dad’s sense of humour and her Mom’s twinkling eyes. Also she smiles and laughs all the time.

Yeah, I know, I’m just like the others…I love that little Baby.