This morning Little E left and already the New Guys are arriving. They’re from Stockholm and I suspect they’re not really dog people!

I happen to know this because Veronica gave me “THE TALK”, the “leave the guests alone” talk.

They’re Veronica’s friends and she really likes them a lot, but c’mon, what’s with the NO DOG policy? What’s wrong with them?


The guests turn out to be friendly and even smile at me, see, not totally dog unfriendly after all. The atmosphere is lovely and I hang around at a respectful distance.

I’m half asleep in the warm evening when my mind is snatched back to reality as I overhear something about a “day trip”. What is that now? Day trip?

Does that include me? I better play this one right. I’m going to be the perfect, discreet, calm Boxer girl!


The next day my resolution is seriously challenged. They go shopping and cram the bags next to me… can you believe that? The nerve of them!

Supposedly the guests need to sit comfortably. Yeah, yeah, don’t mind the Boxer girl in back.

I take a deep, very deep, breath, stay zen and think “day trip”, “day trip” the “day trip”…


My efforts pay off! Day trip it is.

First stop is a small town in the middle of the wine country, by the lake. The Swedish Guests are wine lovers. A tasting is planned later on. Dennis is the guide today.

Remember the Wine tasting story? If so you know Veronica is not really into that stuff.


The lake shore is beautiful, you can see the alps. I do think we live in a beautiful country, even if we don’t have big amazing forests, like in Sweden.


We meet this very nice lady who tells me I’m beautiful. Well, we all know that! But it doesn’t hurt to mention it aloud every once and a while.

(Especially in front of The Swedish Guests!)


I want to go into the water but the nosey swans don’t let me. Guys, relax. I’ll stay on the high wall, not because I’m scared but I like the view here better.


The water is warm, unfortunately I’m not allowed off the leash. Just because of some stupid town rule.

“No, Felicia, no dogs can run free here”, yeah, yeah whatever.

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Time for a picnic in the shade and to my utter surprise Veronica shares her food!! Yes Veronica, not Dennis!!

FYI, I wear Lego’s collar because my official tax medal is attached to it. Where I live, dogs are supposed to wear it at all times. (Everybody knows what a believer in rules Veronica is, so there you go).

Incidentally it has her phone number on it in case I run away. I know, ridiculous, like I would do that…also, can I get my own identity collar please?


Time for the Wine tasting event. Amazingly enough dogs are welcome! I’m used to accompany Veronica in stores and so but a wine tasting tavern…I’m thrilled.

I settle down and relax. I want to show everybody what an amazing dog I am.


As expected Veronica is not tasting any wine. She even brought along her flask…with tea! The Swedish Guests on the other hand are very happy.


To round up the day, we visit a few vineyards. I gladly pose, well yes, a picture of just a bunch of grapes? How boring is that!

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The last day, to my astonishment, The Swedish Guests join us for a long, fun walk into the woods.

See, they’re warming up to me, I can feel it.


The Swedish Guests left this morning, the house is empty and calm. They were really quite charming, come to think of it. So what if I’m not allowed up on their lap. To each their own.

Did I actually say that? Wow, I’m so reasonable, what’s going on? Is this what they call “being mature”?

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