The Surgery


I’m feeling very scared. This is D-Day: The Surgery! Anybody in their right mind would be! (see “The Torn Ligament”)

My leg is going to be CUT OPEN! Freaky! I will be asleep all along and feel nothing…so they say. Supposedly Dr B is a big shot surgeon.

Are we sure about that? Has Veronica even seen his credentials? What is she basing this fact on??? Her vast medical experience??


Here he is, Dr B, I grudgingly have to admit he’s very nice and friendly. At first sight at least. (That’s before cutting me open!)

He explains that he will perform a TTA (some kind of fancy procedure) and put a titanium (whatever that is) piece in my leg and it will heal together.

(Tibial Tuberosity Advancement)


Turns out this Dr B actually IS a big shot. Apparently he was part of the team that created this method, the TTA. He has performed this intervention on more than a 1000 dogs!!

Can you believe that??!! WOW, I mean WOW!!

I, for one, think he has a super cool hat! Like a hippie surgeon. What’s more, he’s married to the other Dr B!!! The wonderful Ophthalmologist! Remember her?

I feel absolutely confident, I’m going to be fine.


I’m so not fine!! I feel horrible. The assistants had to carry me into the car. I’m shaking and freezing. And I have that stupid cone on…again!

When Veronica saw me she burst into tears. As much as I appreciate her concern, this is a little embarrassing. (Get a grip, I’m alive!)

She covers me with her soft vest. Feels really good.


I have no stitches. Dr B glued the wound together. (Glue? Really?) He said my operation went very well. My ligament was torn up to 60%.

Right now that’s not my main concern.


I’m feeling miserable and Veronica puts her cashmere scarf over me. I don’t want to drink or eat or anything.

Veronica sleeps on the sofa that night and checks on me every hour. Pouring water into my mouth with a spray. Feels kind of nice.


Slowly but surely I emerge from my deep state of unpleasantness. I had no idea surgery could be this exhausting.

Veronica has arranged all my beds on the ground floor, so I have a choice. (As you know, I have quite the collection) She’s blocked the stairs. I cannot access my comfy night chair. Very irritating!


While they’re having dinner, I sneak up on the sofa…serves them right. (At this stage any kind of revenge feels good.)

When found out, Veronica freaks out big time; “OMG… OMG…what if she hurt herself…!!! I have to call Dr B” (Thank god Dennis puts a stop to this silly idea!)

FYI she already called Dr B at least 3 or 4 times with all sorts of silly questions! Frankly embarrassing!!


Turns out post surgery is dull. I can’t do anything, I just have to lie there. Veronica stays with me ALL THE TIME.

“I don’t want to leave her alone, she might hurt herself”.

Told you, pathetic! I have a theory: it’s an age thing. She was never like that with her previous dogs or even her children.


First ten days I’m only allowed out on sanitary walks in the garden. On the bright side, without my cone!


Finally, cone misery over!


We progress to 10 minutes walks outside the garden. Each week we can add 3 minutes. Trust Veronica to follow instructions strictly.

She bosses other family members around, (i.e. Dennis), on how to handle a convalescent Boxer.

She’s such a control freak!


This is Dr F, he’s a physiotherapist/osteopath, and what’s more, he knows SPS. That’s to say: he’s a cool guy!

He treats not only dogs, but horses and even the animals in the local zoo.

He comes once a week for my home physiotherapy sessions. I adore him, he’s so nice, and has a magic touch. I love these moments.


This is his dog, Skan, a “Kleiner Münsterländer”. She’s very beautiful, adorable, perfect and obeys. In other words; another of those goodie, goodie dogs.

No, I’m not jealous! Just saying.


Remember my B-day bed? Well…as I was slightly bored…I kind of got distracted. I had no idea it would rip that easily.

What can I say, a Boxer girl needs stimulation during this difficult time!

(Incidentally the bed is now perfectly repaired by a local, miracle (Veronica’s words) seamstress.


Veronica was not happy, to say the least. She organises indoor activities: she ordered a “Ruffle Snuffle” mat. “Search for the candy”.


“Where’s the treat”?


“Rip out the dental bone”.


“Candy hide and Seek”

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Who knew indoor activities could be so exhausting. It’s been 8 weeks since my surgery and tomorrow we’re going to see Dr B.


Dr B has to be my favourite Surgeon in the world. He takes an x-Ray and declares my bone 100% healed. From now on we have to build up my muscles. Music to my ears and…


…I can FINALLY sleep in my upstairs chair. Yes Dr B you’re the best!

Many thanks to:

Dr Luc Borer for performing such a perfect surgery on my Felicia. I am grateful for the patience and kindness of the whole “Vetchirurgie team”, whenever I called…slightly worried.

Dr Jérome Föllmi for helping my Felicia get back on track, for his patience and friendliness. Felicia highly enjoys those Physio sessions.

I can recommend both these excellent Veterinarians, they’re not only very nice, but also very talented.

The Ruffle Snuffle mat:



My life is rather dull at the moment, as you can imagine. Therefore it’s the perfect time to talk about love and friendship.

Veronica loves Valentine’s Day. (Like that’s a big surprise). She loves everything remotely Valentinish.The flowers, the hearts, the chocolates, the music and…OMG…the super cheesy love movies! She spends hours watching them.


Hallmark, Hollywood, Indie anything goes…as expected she gets very emotional and cries a lot. (Even though the scenario is ALWAYS, roughly, the same.)

How on earth can any normal person cry when you know EXACTLY how it ends? LOOOOVE conquers everything and the final scene is, without any doubt, the height of cheesiness!!

I sometimes seriously doubt her sanity in the matter. (Dennis is NOT part of the whole “Crazy/love/binge/movie/time”)


Surprisingly enough Veronica has no Valentine decorations. (At Christmas we’re invaded and now nothing! Go figure!)

She has, however, acquired a rather large number of mugs (You can see she has a slight problem here!) I will not divulge the provider not to embarrass her any further.


I have a whole bunch of Valentine gear, (that’s to be expected). She actually bought them for my Lego. “Felicia, love is in the air, you have to be part of it”


There was the year of “The Valentine Pic”. I was 12 months old. I have to say, I think I look very cute! (See, already the perfect model)


Incidentally, why only that one year? I have to endure, B-day pics, easter Pics and of course X-mas pics. EVERY SINGLE YEAR. Why not Valentine’s Day?

Wasn’t I cute enough? Didn’t I perform like expected? (Especially considering my young age!) I’m frankly a bit vexed!



We have to take a moment here to admire my gorgeous Valentine gift. Veronica ordered it especially for me from Sweden. It’s very comfy in fleece, that pink is a great colour. Don’t you think I look cute?  (I absolutely deserve a Valentine gift this year!)

Let’s talk about my own feelings. (All anti-Valentine people can leave now!)

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I love Veronica and Dennis.

Life with them is fun, and full of adventures. They love me and I’m mostly well treated. Obviously there is room for improvement. Off the top of my head; sleep on ALL sofas, and all beds.


I love my big crazy family. The whole lot! Yes, even Baby L. (I still think she gets WAY too much attention, let alone gifts!!)


I love my BFF Indya. There is only this one tiny hitch: she’s a little full of herself just because she’s faster than me. (She has really long legs!) I’m built differently, I have big muscles (even Dr L says so).

Now of course, with my convalescence, I can’t run at all. Hmmm…yes! But of course!!  “Oh no…what with my surgery, I’m not allowed to run, what a shame. Sorry Indya”

He he! She’ll have to stop gloating


To refute the numerous rumours that Veronica has spread about me, I’m happy to say there are A LOT of dogs I love. (Well a few)

Corinne’s June. A fun Border Collie, she’s super fast and very smart and knows all these tricks.


Inook the Beauceron, we’re the same age and he is the friendliest dog ever, with EVERYONE!

Doesn’t he look cute?


Mylo, the Australian Shepard. He won the agility competition two years in row, I came second. (He was just a tad faster than me). He’s one laid back Aussie.


SPS’s cutie pugs, Rose and Yoda. They’re the sweetest pugs ever. I love hanging out with them. They’re friendly and very funny.


Fred, the American bulldog. Isn’t he handsome? He used to live on my street, so sad they had to move. I miss him.


We adored each other, I think it might be a nose thing.


Polka, my neighbour. (A Polski Owczarek Nizinny). She’s full of pep, and barks quite a lot. We play…sometimes.


I think she’s kind of clingy. I mostly ignore her, waiting by the fence. This irritates Veronica, “Felicia, go and say hello to sweet Polka. Be nice now.”

I am nice! I just need some space.


Erasme, the gorgeous Weimaraner. I adore him. I’m a little intimidated when he’s around. I always let him play with my toys, I really don’t mind.

What? No, don’t listen to Veronica; it’s not because he told me to “bug off” the other day. It’s proper guest etiquette.


Not a day goes by that I don’t think about my Lego. My surrogate Mom, my comfort blanket, my everything. I miss her.

I loved her so much. I hope she’s having fun in Fairyland. Perhaps one day I can go there too.


Today is the day to celebrate Love. For me there is one and only, I care more about than anyone in the whole world…

Who’s yours?

Happy Valentine’s Day!

You like Felicia’s collar?: