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…

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!