The Rehab Center


This is my rehab center. I come here twice a week.


Fanny is my own very special rehab coach. We adore each other, she’s the best and very, very generous. I get so much candy and many hugs.

Her little Dog, Caramel, is very cute. (Obviously super well behaved)


My Dr L supervises the program. As you know he spent a year in California to become a rehab specialist.

He loves me. What’s not to love? I’m, adorable for one, and patient zero in his new program.

(Incidentally, I have decided to forgive him for the whole California business)


This is Ms Dr L, she’s also a Veterinarian rehab specialist. She’s very sweet and friendly. (And obviously knows all about me).

Let’s take a moment here and admire my elegance and grace. The perfect posture. Yes, Ms Dr L is beautiful too, but she’s more of the sidekick, I’m the top model!

I honestly wonder why haven’t I gotten any offers to be a spokes-dog for various products? Dog beds, Dog food etc… I could get tons of free stuff. Their loss!


The waiting room could do with some improvement! For one, the stone floor is very cold.


I’m forced to sit on the door mat. That is, until I decided this did not work for me so I…


…moved on to the sofa. I didn’t ask for permission, but what’s a freezing boxer girl supposed to do?


Amazingly enough Veronica said nothing, she even sat down with me. (I suspect she finds the chairs uncomfortable).


The rehab room is filled with cool gear for a perfect workout session.


The session starts with this weird electric treatment, “Electro Stimulation“, not really sure what it’s all about, supposedly it’s good for my leg.


It doesn’t hurt at all, it tickles gently and amazingly enough my leg does feel better.


The work out program begins with the treadmill. Easy peasy, I don’t even need a leash.


These exercises are for my balance and to strengthen my legs. Could you do that?


This one is quite tricky, try it!

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Walking with the big ball…

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…and the peanut. I’m such a pro, I’m amazing!

Take that, you Police dogs, supposedly “the best at the rehab workout”! I’m just as good, perhaps even better, yes surely better! AND I’m a Boxer no less! What can I say, I’m a natural.

FYI I would do all these tremendously difficult exercises even without the “Parfait”, (the paste). Just thought I’d mention it!


We always end with a laser session. Very relaxing.


Dr L monitors my progress regularly. He’s very happy with the results. I’m getting stronger and stronger, and what’s more: I LOVE to come here.


Unfortunately Fanny left for a very long vacation. (I’ve said this before, these guys should NOT be allowed to go on vacations…ever!)

Luckily Stephanie was ready to step in, she’s very sweet and gentle. So it all worked out.


Dr L has two practices and this week I was summoned to the other one. I was led, under false pretences, into back room. (I was made to believe this was a courtesy visit).

Two assistents dressed in Swim wear (how weird is that??!!) and Dr L put this absolutely hideous, orange vest on me! (thank god no dogs around to see this embarrassing outfit).


They bribe (!) me, to go inside this weird big glass box that Suddenly fills up with water. Yes: Fricking water!!!

What’s going on? A giant bath? I can’t believe Veronica make me do this. Luckily I’m generously rewarded.


Without any warning the floor starts moving…MOVING! OMG! This is a water tread mill!

After a brief (VERY brief) moment of slight pani…astonishment, I catch on and walk as if this was my every day workout.

Everybody’s cheering. And rightfully so!


They all want to congratulate me, I am patient zero in this water tread mill. The first dog ever to try it.

I’m such a success! I deserve all their attention and mostly all their treats. (If I may say so, I’m an amazing dog!)


As a matter of fact I am Dr L’s Team’s star. They all gather round to admire my numerous skills.

I should start my own show.

“Boxer Felicias Workout”. An online service. Everybody would buy my program and I’d be a millionaire. I could expand with T shirts, sweatshirts featuring my picture.

“Stay Fit with Boxer Felicia”. I’ll be famous, I’ll be a star.


I already have the glasses!

My thanks go to:

Dr Gabor Luka and Dr Pia Luka for setting up this wonderful Rehab Center 

The team assistants for their friendliness and warm welcome

Special thanks to Fanny for being so sweet, patient and loving with my Felicia


The Belated Birthday


I’m very depressed, as a matter of fact I don’t even feel like getting up today. I just want to spend the day in bed and mope over what a egotistic person Veronica is.


Yesterday morning as I lazily went into her room expecting her to get ready for our daily walk, I was confronted by this horror vision: A packed suitcase,

Veronica’s packed suitcase to be more precise!!

You see, in two days it’s MY BIRTHDAY!! How can she do this to her Baby Boxer Girl?


We always celebrate. (This was last year.)

It’s a tradition: the pic, the cake, the candles, the gifts and THE talk, the “You’re older and wiser you should know better” talk.

Now suddenly she chose another venue?


Now traveling to Stockholm with MC and Baby L is more fun? How can anything be more fun than celebrating MY BIRTHDAY??!!

Has she forgotten my whole medical history? The four interventions??  I deserve her full attention.

Baby L is already everybody’s little darling!


Here I am, 7 years old and nothing. The day will be just like any boring day. Yes, I know,  Dennis takes great care of me but will he remember my Birthday?

Veronica is the one in charge of all the celebrations.

(Until now, that is, when apparently travelling with her Daughter and Granddaughter is more important.)


I’m in for a big surprise: He did remember!! Just look at this: my very own Birthday dish with a candle!

WOW, grilled Turkey he cooked especially for me!


I even get a Birthday greeting from my sister Flay. How sweet of her. FYI Veronica only called in the evening, supposedly she was busy.


Dennis takes me for a special Bday walk. No gifts though, I’ll get those when Veronica comes back, so he tells me. Yeah, there better be gifts!!

Little did I know of the next day’s big drama…

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Here we were, walking along the road in our neighbourhood, minding our own business when out of nowhere:

Two big dogs charged out of an open gate on the other side of the road and attacked me!!

Both Dennis and I freaked out! They ripped my ear, blood everywhere and I had to be rushed for an emergency visit to Dr L


I don’t remember much because I got put under and Dr L had to reconstruct my ear. Another intervention and coming home feeling groggy.

Good news: I have no problem with anaesthesia!


Let’s make one thing clear: I was innocent! I did not growl, or bark at those two. Veronica has taught me never to react to barking dogs behind fences in our neighbourhood.

“Felicia, don’t mind them, they’re just defending their territory. Here, have some treats” So when a dog barks I expectantly look at her and yes I always get rewarded.

Honestly, that’s a no brainer: Barking dogs versus great Candy?!


Finally she comes home!! She fusses over my ear at the airport “Stackars min lille Felicia, så synd om dig” (My poor little Felicia for sorry for you).

Then we had to hear all about HER vacation. Baby L this, baby L that. Finally, there was some interesting news:

Dog news!


She had lunch with Eva’s working partner, Carina Persson. Carina is coming in July to teach us this apparently very cool activity called “Do as I do”. I have no idea what that’s all about.

She’s going to stay at our house…should I worry? Probably not, she works with Eva, my Eva! (Bodfäldt).

Veronica said she’s super nice and fun and she said she will help with my problems. Helloooo, what problems? Explain yourself!!


“Felicia, let’s take a Bday pic”. We’re still doing that? My Bday was days ago. I want my gifts! NOW!


I finally get my gifts. A package from Cloud7, probably some fun toy! Yeah!


Let’s rip it out…strange toy…


WTF??? This is a raincoat!!! She bought me a FRICKING raincoat!! For MY BIRTHDAY!!! Is she out of her mind????


Did she talk this over with the appropriate people? I.e. her sister, SPS, the veterinarian behaviourist? (Bet you Rose and Yoda have no raincoats!) or Dr L or Eva?

No, I don’t think so! This is only her doing; “Oh Felicia is going to be so cute in that Burgundy coat, let’s order it”. Cute??? Says who??

This is so embarrassing!! I’ll have to walk around the neighbourhood like this!


There is another package, I rip it up but I’m really grumpy!


I love these “Planet Dog” toys, but I’m not going to look happy, and certainly not play with them just now! NO! (I’ll wait until she goes upstairs).

She bought me a Fricking raincoat!!


Planet Dog: