Veronica loves me. I mean, what’s not to love? I’m gorgeous, funny, inventive and most importantly: I’m a Boxer!

“Boxers are a handful”, so Veronica says. That’s just pure nonsense. If you have read my stories you already know what a delightful dog I am.

Boxers are just…let’s say, Yin and Yang.

Today we’ll focus on the Yin!

Boxers love to play…all the time…and I mean, ALL THE TIME! (BTW: please admire that elegant jump, to catch the bubble?)

Boxers can play with just about anything. No need for special toys. We don’t even require a companion. We can have fun all by ourselves for a long, very long time.

Boxers are playful all their life. My Lego, aged 11, still jumping in the waves.

Boxers stay young at heart. Veronica likes to say: “Having a Boxer is like having a three year old…that’s it”.

In other words; a Boxer will never evolve, reach maturity or grow into “a slightly boring, old and wise dog”.

Boxers are affectionate with family and friends.

Very affectionate

Very, very affectionate…(even when someone is not really in the mood and is trying to nap.)

Overwhelmingly affectionate. Here I am with my sister Flay and Andy. We both felt he absolutely needed a huge hug and a few kisses too.

Boxers sleep a lot. And when I say a lot, it is A LOT!!! Early nights…

…late mornings.

and many, MANY, naps.

Of course we sleep, we live intensely. When active, we’re VERY ACTIVE. Boxers are powerful and muscular dogs, it’s a known fact that all athletes need their rest.

(Side note; I have very large muscles, even Dr L says so.)

Boxers know how to  express their most inner feelings or mood. One simple look and you know exactly what’s going on:

“Where the heck is my food, I want it NOW!”

“I feel a little depressed today, I think I need some treats, or at least a big hug. A nap on the sofa, might highly improve my emotional state.”

“Love me”

Boxers want EVERYBODY to love them, even those who prefer cats or cows. Just the thought of someone not loving us seems preposterous.

“You’ve got to be kidding”. (Sometimes Veronica has the most ridiculous ideas, like a dog swim)

“I’m innocent, I don’t know what you’re talking about” (That look has come in handy more then once).

“Stop calling. I don’t want to go on any frigging walk, can’t you see I’m sleeping!”

In other words, you have a “talking” dog.

Boxers are great working dogs. They’re up for just about any activity. For instance Obedience.

Agility, and many more.

Boxers love to preform as long as we get appropriate rewards, like succulent treats. (And don’t try to give us any of that boring dry stuff!)

Or our favourite Tug of War game.

Boxer’s are loyal dogs. Me, I’m the happiest when Veronica is around. Doesn’t matter what we’re doing as long as I’m with her. True love.

Unconditional love.

Next episode: Boxer Yang.

 

You haven’t heard from us for a while, there are several reasons;

First of all Veronica went traveling to Sweden…without me…of course. That’s usually ok, I have fun at Uncle Bradley’s.

Only  this time she kept on bragging about what a “wonderful trip” it had been. And “Felicia you would have loved those large forests”.

I find that a little insensitive. I get it, she had her fun, but does she need to go on and on about the “Wonderful dog friendly forests”. Helloooo, I’m not allowed to travel there.

Just zip it!

As if the whole “Forest episode” wasn’t enough she hung out with other dogs, well this one dog, Hippie.

She’s a “Schapendoes” and apparently really sweet, nice and fun. “You’d love her Felicia”.

Bring it on, I say, take me to Stockholm and let me decide whether I find her interesting…or not!

Now the Lazy summer days are here, that’s the second reason I’ve been very quiet on the story front.

Not much going on. Veronica reads and drinks, tea, then reads some more. Corinne is on vacation which means no Agility. It’s very hot and walks become difficult.

Of course there is the endless “Come and swim” Felicia business, but I can handle that now.

No, I am NOT going swimming whatever you guys think.

I go to my quiet spot, it’s cool and I can keep an eye on my territory, fulfilling my duty as a guard dog.

We have many intruders. Who? Off the top of my head: “The Strutting Pigeon” for one. You have no idea what an exhausting life I have.

Incidentally there’s much less talk of swimming when I’m here.

I do kind of swim though, I mean look how far I’ve gone out. That’s good enough in my opinion. No need to overdo it, and it’s just as refreshing.

I’ve said this before, swimming is overrated! (BTW, I’m NOT a wimp!)

We walk during the coolest hours. Don’t you just love sunflowers?

Mostly, in the late evenings. I still haven’t met those Boars they were talking about. (Veronica has seen a few here).

We avoid the forests, they’re full of mosquitos. Dennis and I have put our Veto on those walks. Veronica doesn’t understand, probably because she’s Swedish, she’s mosquito resistant.

Summer is the time for fun excursions, like a visit to Veronica’s sister, SPS, and the Cutie Pugs in their huge garden.

They’re all very sad at the moment. Sweet Boxer Zarah had to leave for Fairyland. She’s probably hanging out with my Lego right now.

I’m happy I could be a little ray of sunshine in the Cutie Pugs life under these circumstances. We had great fun though Rose is still a little shy.

Yoda and I are total BFF’s. He’s always up for some cool game. Pugs are very funny dogs. We understand each other, it’s probably a nose thing.

We have many Summer guests. GM came from Zürich with Erasme. I don’t know why, but he did not want to play with me. GM say’s it’s because he’s getting old.

I don’t know what she’s talking about, I find  him very handsome and fit. He was probably just having a bad hair day or something.

I have to mention THE World Cup game: Sweden/Switzerland! OMG! What an ordeal!

See the family was deeply divided. Dennis (who want’s to integrate) and MBC (Portugal is out) were pro Switzerland. The others pro Sweden.

(FYI all these guys (apart from Dennis) are dual and even triple nationals. How their fan zone works is a mystery to me.)

Veronica, who doesn’t even like football, was forced to watch “Mamma, det är en familje stund” (Mamma, it’s family time) and she forced me. (Like I’m some kind of football nerd now..???)

The actual watching mostly consisted of a lot of shouting, (that out of courtesy I will spare you from) not from the guys, but those girls can sure be loud. (Thank god the players couldn’t here them).

See what my summer is like, thankfully the World Cup will soon be over, and what do I care anyway, that ball is not for me!

I’ll just relax here on the lawn until it’s time for my walk, perhaps we’ll meet a boar.