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!

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:

https://planetdog.com

Cloud7:

https://cloud7.de/de

I have done some thinking and I feel we absolutely need a retrospective of my past year. (The important stuff.)

A little self centred?

C’mon, I’m a medical hero and it doesn’t hurt to remind you of my bravery and my courage, in the face of those various, difficult physical ordeals!

The year started with a TTA (Tibial Tuberosity Advancement) surgery, for my torn ligament performed by Dr B, “The Hippie Surgeon”. (The Surgery)

He’s a big shot surgeon, he’s done this like a million times and told Veronica “No worries she’ll be fine”.

I’ve got news for you: Surgeries are not fun, and no, I’m not fine! Not only are you asleep but god knows what they’re doing poking around your leg.

Once you’re awake everything hurts. I was freezing and feeling very groggy.

The follow up is eight weeks of slow leash walks and rehab with Dr F. He’s an Ostheopath/Physiotherapist/Veterinarian. He’s great!

He’s the one that found my little lump and sent me to Dr C.  (Dr L had abandoned me to spend a year studying in California.)

Turned out to be what they call Cancer, a “Soft Tissue Sarcoma”, that needed to be removed ASAP.

Surgery No. Two! (The Tumor)

At least there’re no special restrictions. A part from the dreadful cone and a very embarrassing shaved bum!

Soon I was back on track…

…even allowed to run a little, when…

…I tore my meniscus. Dr de W N (Dr B’s colleague) restored my wounded leg.

Surgery No. Three: (The Meniscus Ordeal). Familiar misery, waking up groggy, cone, no running, walks on leash…the works!

On the bright side, my own Dr L was finally back! After a year of training to become a specialist in in Orthopaedic rehabilitation.

I was going to be his Patient Zero and enter his new program. Wonderful! Now I’ll be fine!!

Nope! Six months after the first one, Dr L finds two more “Soft Tissue Sarcomas”.

Back on the operating table. Surgery No. Four: (The Return of the Tumor).

FOUR SURGERIES IN NINE MONTHS ON MY RIGHT BACK LEG!! I’m a Fricking medical hero! I should get a bravery medal.

A part from my medical ordeals there were, of course, other minor stuff going on.

Like my Birthday (The Homebound Birthday)

The Easter fun. (The Bunny Watch) .

Etc…etc… nothing compared with all my medical torments, so we should just end this story here, and remember what a Brave Boxer girl I am.

But…living with Veronica means that’s not going to happen!

She’s a big believer in rules and honesty, and feels a “Year in review” cannot be complete and fair without mentioning one, or two, or a few (unfortunate) incidents.

(She was probably some kind of judge in a previous life.)

Since my opinion counts for nothing and the supreme ruler of this house has the final word:

Here we go!

The bed incident. I was bored and these beds are just too fragile. Anyway Veronica got it repaired: much ado about nothing!

The paper recycling. Now here I’m actually doing Veronica a favour, you have to agree, she hates paperwork!

She was not supposed to see me borrowing that Xmas decoration. Next time I’ll be more careful.

Baby L’s books are all over the place, my intention was to tidy up.

Those coasters are stupid, and why did she buy these fragile tables in the first place!!??

Ok so this might have been a mistake…I got carried away and one thing led to another. These things happen, not worth a big drama.

Baby L can surely read the book anyway.

The “Power flames” are the coolest! Apparently they’re “not to play with” and only to “light the fires”…says who? Like there’s a rule!

Guess I was on a roll, and I moved on to the table set. I have no real recollection of how or why…anyway, I only played with the one (before, sadly, getting caught in the act).

FYI she has a whole stack of them, so what’s the big deal?!

Ok, enough with the whole confession business, you don’t need to know every little detail in my life!

Before you judge me, take a moment here and think. Look at the whole picture: Sweet Boxer girl, a few minor “mishaps” versus four surgeries in nine Months on the same leg.

I had such a horrible year, I felt  sad, depressed, I just had to find ways to enlighten my inner soul for peace.

Do the math!

Anyway, what do I care! Santa brought me all these gifts. AND I should totally have a medal!

I’m a fricking medical Hero!

Here we are again, the Festive season! The tree, the decorations and last but not least, THE MUSIC! As you know, Veronica is obsessed by it.

We, that is Dennis and I, have to endure those irritating songs, over and over again, in the house, in the car, all day long.

No wonder Dennis has spent so much time in his office lately.

On the bright side I get my very own Xmas calendar filled with yummy treats.

Every year, in December, Veronica and Dennis travel to Stockholm. Veronica longs for the “Real Xmas spirit”. Supposedly “it’s much better there then ANYWHERE else”

(Like she’s travelled all over the world)

She particularly loves the Lucia celebration, you know those guys with white nighties candles and funny hats. I think the whole business looks kind of peculiar.

The big dog show is an annual must on her agenda. Two full days of dog fun, dog shopping and much more.

The highlight is, without any doubt, meeting up with Yvonne to admire the gorgeous Boxers.

Dennis pretends to be tempted by this prospect but declines at the last minute and spends the weekend enjoying cultural activities in the city.

There’s usually a mandatory Opera night. “Dennis you’ll love La Traviata”. Really? Did she ask him?

I spend the week at Uncle Bradley’s, fine with me, even though I’m not allowed to play with other dogs yet.

Veronica got a bit of a shock when she picked me up. I had been sick and was very skinny. She went straight to Dr L for a check up.

Turns out I’d lost 4 kg, Dr L took the matter very seriously, what with my medical history.

Luckily, a blood sample showed no problems, I just need to get back in shape.

Turns out being skinny is exhausting! I slept the whole afternoon while Veronica prepared the table for the Xmas dinner with the family.

THE table! Veronica had ordered it from this special store in Stockholm. It’s not just any kind of table, it’s a fragile table and comes with a whole set of rules.

(Mostly decided by Veronica)

This whole neurotic Table business started with the acquisition of a coffee table, same store, a couple of years ago.

Similar rules were enumerated that gave way to numerous remarks by her children.

“OMG, Dennis, you put a glass on the table without a coaster, and you’re still alive”?

The old table, was practical, solid, and what more, NOT fragile. Kids could eat without fear, water, food, wine anything could be spilled without making Veronica freak out.

That blissful time is over! Now all family members have been told to be careful, careful and careful. We have table mats, coasters etc… Veronica even keeps a cloth close by just in case.

ZC told her “Du har blivit precis som Morfar” (you’ve become just like your Father). That’s saying something.

On D-day Baby L and Indya come over to “help” with the cooking  Everyone’s very excited and happy.

We all put on our finest Xmas outfits. Baby L in her party skirt and diamante shoes.

Indya in a festive Bandana

Me, with the bell collar. I don’t understand why Indya always gets to wear the bandana. But in this house, sadly, I’m not the boss…

Unfortunately we were sent to the hallway, behind the glass door. Apparently there are “too many guests” and “you might get overwhelmed”!

Lame excuse for excluding two perfectly well behaved Boxer girls from the party.

Being a Mormor (Grand Mother) entitles you to any kind of gift, that’s Veronica’s opinion at least. She gave Baby L an “Elsa dress” (pretending it was a night gown) and a diamante bag.

None of which were on the list given by Baby L’s Mother, the “Elsa dress” was specifically asked not to be bought. (Thus the “it’s a Night gown” excuse).

She got more fun stuff, like a flute and a little Piano…Baby L was very happy and everyone enjoyed loud musical performances!

The night was a great success. Dennis’s food was fantastic. There was singing and most members participated in the Xmas dance. (Whether they wanted to…or not)

I’ve said it before; this is one bossy family.

Even though we only observed the celebration through the glass windows, we were exhausted.

New Year’s Eve was a quiet affair, just the three of us.

There was a special holiday treat; two wonderful house guests.

Veronica’s goddaughter Hedda, I love her. She took me for long walks, played endlessly with me and…

…allowed me to cuddle with her as much as I wanted.

And Little E, I hadn’t seen her in a long time, we immediately bonded and…

…hung out from morning until bed and had so much fun. She’s the best.

Veronica decided my “Gift opening ceremony” had to be postponed until the house was calm again.

WOW, look at all these gifts!! Santa has been very generous this year.

Let’s get down to business and get this party going!

What? You think there’s too much stuff? I’ll tell you what; I deserve each one of them! I’m a medical hero!

Mishaps? Well Santa obviously judged they were minor events not important enough to be taken into consideration.

My medical bravery outweighed by far any small “problem” that might…or might not have occurred.

The house is empty, gifts unwrapped, all Xmas decorations gone and most importantly no more music.

Now I can properly relax…only the table remains.

Things are not looking very good at the moment. I had some rather irritating news: My Tumor, the “Soft Tissue Sarcoma”, is back! It’s been six months since the first one.

It was during a random check up that My Dr L felt a tiny lump on my leg, THE leg, (the multiple  surgery leg) just a tiny one.

Apparently the risk for a return is 35%. (That’s me). I will undergo surgery ASAP. Fourth intervention on that same leg in ten months.

I’m a medical hero!

Veronica was very upset, I think it came as quite a shock to her too.

The day of the surgery Dr L cuddles with me and reassures me that all will be ok, he’ll take the best care of me.

I trust him. By now I know all there is to know: the pain, the cone, the road to recovery.

He gives me a shot to help me relax, before the actual surgery. He asks Veronica to stay with me so I don’t stress. (Rather WE don’t stress)!

We’re both very grateful.

I’m feeling a little sleepy and really well. Boy, do I feel zen…

Much less zen a few hours later! During surgery there was a major surprise: a second, larger Tumor, hidden behind the small one.

Apparently the surgery took a long time and I have this mega scar.

On the bright side I have a cool, pink cone! I love pink! I know, everything’s supposed to be “Gender neutral” these days.

I don’t care; I love girly stuff! I can be a princess and this is my pink crown. A strong, brave, wounded princess, fighting her medical ordeals with heroism.

“The Boxer Warrior Princess”!

Veronica used to be part of this extreme Feminist group, and shared ownership in an alternative left wing book store back in the 70s…

Now she loves  watching girly, romantic, chick flicks and lives in a big house…what happened? She’s still one stubborn, opinionated, independent women though!

I have to stay very calm. Dr L had to take out so much tissue in order to get the whole Tumor and the skin has been pulled very tight. There’s a risk it might burst.

I can’t, of course, see the scar, but apparently it’s impressive…or as Veronica bluntly put it “disgusting”.

Whatever, this is not my first rodeo.

Dr L wants me back at his rehab center for a check up two days later. I get an ice pack on the scar.

I look pathetic, embarrassing! Thank god no other dogs are in the waiting room! Small consolation, I have my cool Halloween bandana!

Fanny gives me a laser treatment. Apparently very good for the healing process. Look at my glasses! How cool are those! I wish I could keep them as a Halloween costume!

I could be like a secret Agent. “Felicia the Badass secret Agent”, I could be the James Bond of dogs! That’ll scare those Trick or Treaters away!

AND that “Full-of-himself Jack Russell” down the road!

Sadly the glasses are not for me to keep.

With Halloween comes the traditional “Holiday pic”. I love these photo sessions. I’m just perfect and I get plenty of candy.

I’m such a star! What do you think?

Before the festivities start I get to see Dr L for a special Halloween laser session. I just adore Dr L. He’s the best and makes me feel very special.

Incidentally, I AM very special. I’m Patient Zero in his new rehab program!

Decorations, candles, all is in place.

Veronica has prepared several big and small bowls of delicious candy. Everything is ready. The Trick or Treat fun can start:

Only, I’m not allowed to participate! The injustice of it!!

Apparently those children scare easily! Supposedly a barking Boxer is not very festive. Yes, so I might, have barked a tiny weeny bit the other time.

And yes, there was talk about frightened children. Totally exaggerated, but from there to ban me from the whole event!!

I wonder what our animal protection laws have to say about that!

Time to take the stitches out. I stand perfectly still,  the assistant only needs to hold my tail. So hard not to wag it when I’m with Dr L.

There’s a lot of talk about my Tumors.

I didn’t understand exactly everything, seems to be a problem if they come back. Something about not enough tissue, or skin. I have no idea what that’s all about.

The November sun is beautiful and we can start our walks again. But alas…

…my trouble never seem to end. The scar opened a bit, and Veronica has to rush back to Dr L.

He tells me I’m being a very brave patient, well of course, I’m “The Boxer Warrior Princess”!

I get special cream and have to wear the cone when alone. It’s ok, I’m a patient Princess.

They say my Tumor might come back, they say that’s going to be a problem… Yeah, well, I’ve got news for you, see, I won’t let that happen.

But that’s my little secret!

My thanks go to:

 Dr Gabor Luka for taking such a wonderful care of my Felicia, for making this complicated situation the easiest possible.

 Fanny for being the best fitness dog coach one can dream of, encouraging, rewarding, making the rehab sessions all about the fun.

The assistant team for their friendliness and affection for my Felicia

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My life has changed quite a lot this past year…for the worst! The standards have lowered.

From a clear 8 out of 10, (yes, 8, there is ALWAYS space for improvement) to a weak 5 or even 4.

Why? WHY??!! C’mon haven’t you followed my stories???

Typical! So for all you lazy, ignorant people, here’s a brief recap:

Eye intervention, Ligament surgery, Tumor surgery, Meniscus surgery, Tumor surgery no2! (Yes, a second Tumor, I will tell you about that in my next story)

In addition, all these surgeries are on the same leg.

It’s been a year since I ran, played, jumped like a normal Boxer should.

My last, true, crazy, fun time, was with the amazing Animal Photographer Celine, remember?

Shortly after this picture was taken, I injured my leg, and my life turned around…

The year has been one long series of unpleasant events. Going from shock, to hope, to setback, to desperation…etc all while slowly recovering from all my life ordeals.

I adapted to a whole new lifestyle.

The first MAJOR change: no more Agility… EVER again. Too much of a risk to injure my good leg, especially with the sharp turns and the slalom.

Veronica made sure to ask my whole medical team. They all agree, Dr B, Dr de W, Dr F and of course Dr L: NO MORE AGILITY!

Now we only go to say hello, and at most I walk over low obstacles. I might be allowed, in some time, to jump in straight lines…pfff…like that’s any fun!

No more playing with my friends. My operated leg is not strong enough yet.

When Indya comes over we just chill together. She’s very sweet and does not provoke me, or challenge me for a race. That’s what I call a true BFF.

Running through fields and forests is out of the question at the moment. I’m always on a leash. At least we can take long walks.

I know it’s for my own good. To be honest, I never want to go through this medical business again! So yes, walks on a leash it is.

Some activities are highly recommended, “Water Gym” for one.

The Indian summer has been wonderful. Every afternoon we go to our little beach by the lake, and I wade around.

I love it.

Hills are particularly beneficial. We go to the mountain for beautiful  hikes.

Walking on uneven ground. This sunflower field is particularly weird.

I have entered a special rehab program, with equipment brought back from the US by my own favourite Dr L.

I meet his rather huge dog, a Hovawart, “Zelemweis”. I kept a safe distance, not that I’m scared or anything.

I’m just sticking to the rule; “No playing with other dogs”, that’s all.

This is “The Fitness Room”. With all sorts of gear to improve physical health.

Fanny is my Fitness coach, she’s wonderful and very sweet and gives me candy all the time.

The treadmill is a little scary. But I’m very Brave, “Felicia the Brave rehab Boxer”, as a matter of fact, one can say remarkably brave! I don’t even need to wear the special “Stay on the band” harness.

There was candy involved, but that’s irrelevant. (Just to make things perfectly clear: I would have done it even without the candy.)

It’s very weird to walk on a treadmill. Fanny tells me I’m doing great, what can I say, I’m “Felicia, the Brave rehab Boxer”

Bet you Indya would refuse, even with candy! HA! She can run fast but when it comes to the brave stuff…

Climbing up on the balance ball strengthens my back legs.

I do not particularly care for the peanut! Apparently I’ll get used to it.

Dr L, who is the Police Dog Unit’s Veterinarian, told Veronica that all those dogs execute these exercises very easily.

Police dogs! P L E A S E, don’t compare me to the elite of the dog community! It’s their job to excel at everything.

I have numerous attributes! AND I’m “Felicia the Brave rehab Boxer”!!

These cones, are very similar to Agility obstacles. I have to walk, slowly, very frustrating. I want to run, and jump!

I have my own, daily exercise program. Veronica has an app on her phone to report the results.

New exercises will be added as the weeks go by.

I go along with this whole rehab program because that’s my only option. And because I have a dream, a dream of happiness, of running fast, very fast.

“You’ll jump and run like before”, they say, “You’re life will be back to normal soon” They say…

…can I believe them? It’s been a year…how much longer?

I don’t know what to think! We’re having very special guests: Andy and Jacky! (My adorable breeder, von Der Andreashöhe)

Now that’s great and cool and makes me super happy, I love them. Only, there’s a downside: they’re bringing along two of their dogs! You heard me TWO dogs!!

In MY house!

Nando von der Andreashöhe and Mosca von der Andreashöhe. 16 and 17 months old.

Nando is Pretty von Hofmannstal’s son and Mosca is my sister Flay’s grand daughter. I guess that makes her my great niece.

They’re staying in the basement room that is separated from the house with it’s own entrance. But still, in MY house!

They’re here because there is this mega Boxer exhibition. Both dogs are the new generation of the Andreashöhe kennel, along side Pretty and Lavie.

There are many gorgeous dogs. Some are quite “temperamental”.

Especially the big boys. Why do guys have to show off their muscles at all times when in a group? Such a macho attitude, I guess that’s to be expected, male vanity being what it is!

Come to think of it the owners kind of look macho too…The judge, a Woman (!), has to tell them to keep their distance!

Us girls act civilised and calm.

What’s that? Me? C’mon, you can’t seriously compare me to those brutes??!!

I find myself constantly provoked by bad mannered dogs. I’m entitled to reciprocate, everybody agrees on that one!

Anyway, this pic is part of another story so let’s just focus on the subject of the day.

Mosca loves the show. She is standing perfectly still for the judge to see.

It’s a long day that requires patience, for dogs and handlers. Mosca is awarded a “Very good”.

Last exhibition she got an “Excellent”. This judge seemed to favour small thin Boxers, Mosca is a big girl.

Judges are not fair, well that’s what Veronica says.

Nando on the other hand got an “Excellent” (Not the same judge).

He won second place of the young group. Well done Nando

The White Boxer champions of the day. Very cute. Here with Ginette Hufschmid, a Swiss Judge and president of the Breeder’s Commission.

There was even a celebrity Boxer, “Full Monty du Val d’Europe”. He’s a super champion of all sorts and got first price in his category “Senior Boxers”.

Val d’Europe won best Breeder group. (On this pic with Full Monty on the no 1 podium) They’re very famous and always win all these medals and have had many champions.

Here you can admire the gorgeous multi champion, “Full Monty du Val d’Europe”

Back home both youngsters have to let off some steam…with MY toys!

I wasn’t allowed out! “Felicia you stay here and rest”. Seriously? Rest from what?? With my rehab program there’s not much to rest from.

Typical! This whole “Guests should be favoured” is a VERY irritating and unfair rule!

They enjoy my toys.

Have their dinner.

And cuddle with Veronica before a foto session. No guest escapes this mandatory activity, whether they like it…or not!

They did get some lovely pics. Even though I’m kind of jealous, I have to admit they are cute.

Well of course, they are an “Andreashöhe” Dennis agrees.

Then, FINALLY, I was allowed out, to say hello to Nando.

Veronica didn’t trust me with Mosca, “You just might snip at her Felicia”. (Come to think of it, I might just do that, stealing my toys and all!)

Sometimes you just have to show these guys, guest or not, who’s the rightful owner. Now I really liked Nando, unfortunately we were not allowed to play. (Damn rehab)!

Time to say goodbye. I love Jacky and Andy, they’re wonderful people and very serious breeders.

They’re aim is beautiful, well balanced and healthy dogs.

One last major cuddle with Andy and off they go.

House guests are exhausting, especially those with dogs!

I couldn’t relax for one second, you never know, they might just sneak into the house. Steal even more toys, or worse, sleep in my beds!

It was wonderful to see Jacky and Andy. What’s more, Veronica told them she’ll wait for another puppy.

Thank god! I’m not really a “Share my family” kind of girl.

Now I can really relax!

Dear Jacky and Andy, you have wonderful Boxers. I hope I will have the energy and strength for yet another Andreashöhe pup!

Liebe Jacky und Andy, sie haben wunderbare Boxer. I hoffe ich werde das Energie und Kraft haben, noch eine Andreashöhe Welpe zu kaufen

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From Andy and Jacky: Veronica wir haben es gerade abgeschaut..ist echt toll geschrieben .. wir sind echt gerührt ☺☺und fühlen uns geehrt..

Vielen lieben Dank 😘😘😘 Liebs Grüessli Jacky und Andy und alle von der Andreashöhe

I don’t feel like getting up today. It’s surgery day. I have to trust my “Entourage” (Dr B, Dr de W, Dr F, and Dr L) They all say the meniscus is a much easier intervention than the ligament. Yeah…easy peasy.

Dr de W gives Veronica all the important instructions and medical explanations. I still think she seems very young.

Amazingly enough Veronica looks confident. Apparently, Dr de W was head of the  surgery department for small animals at the University Hospital. She probably knows her business.

Yeah, this will be a walk in the park!

Bunch of liars!! This is NOT a walk in the park! This is not “Easy peasy”! I’m NOT fine, at all! I feel miserable, sick and betrayed.

I’ve got news for you: Meniscus surgery is NOT fun. “Easy intervention”, my foot!

On the plus side, Veronica did not embarrass herself by breaking into tears. (Come to think of it, should I feel concerned?)

Dennis carries me inside. Veronica is actually quite relaxed, chatting with a friend all evening.

Hey, suffering Boxer over here, can I get some attention please!! At least she spends the night on the sofa, as she rightfully should!

We’re off for 10 days of torture cone, and four weeks of minimal walking.

As expected, Veronica has made a few, utterly embarrassing calls to Dr B’s and Dr de W’s staff. (They probably go “Oh no, not the Boxer lady…again”!)

My life has become one long path of misery. Let’s backtrack here:

1) The “Corneal Ulcer” with Dr B (the Ophtalmologist). 10 days of cone.

2) The Ligament surgery with Dr B (Othopedic surgeon) 10 days of cone and a 8 weeks of strict leash walks.

3) The “Sarcoma Tumor” with Dr C. 10 days of cone.

4) The Meniscus Ordeal. With Dr de W. (Orthopedic surgeon) 10 days of cone and we haven’t even started rehab. God knows how long that’ll be.

They say it’s shorter, but see, I don’t trust these guys any more!

Veronica tries to cheer me up by taking me close to her all day. In the garden.

By the dinner table Dennis is a sweetie, he comes over with little bites from his plate.

First Rendez vous with Dr L. As much as I love him, right now I’m extremely suspicious. What do I know about this whole rehab business?

I want facts and results before I can give my opinion on the matter.

It turns out to be very technical. Dr L measures the circumference of my thigh. I have a difference of 4 cm.

He takes pictures, makes annotations, and films me walking to see the evolution. He gives us various exercises.

So I guess that’s ok. We will have regular follow up appointments.

Dr F, that’s a whole other story, his routine I know. He manipulates my leg and my back and performs laser treatment.

I adore when he comes, He’s so nice. The only thing is his “Kleiner Münsterländer”, waiting in the car. Veronica always has to go out to cuddle with her.

It’s not that I’m jealous, but is it really necessary to cuddle with another dog on my turf??

10 days have passed and technically my cone should come off. But no!

The wound is not healed. I have to keep it on for another 6 days, so they say!! Seriously?? What happened? Medical error? Can I sue?

Apparently it CAN happen, especially on the knee. Yeah, yeah, whatever!

Finally, I’m cone free! We can start some fun stuff. Find the candy in the “Ruffle Snuffle” Mat.

Search games in the garden.

Our walks are very short and always on a leash. Veronica, being an even worse control freak this time, doesn’t let anybody else in charge of those!!

Oh, except Baby L (!)…Don’t ask!!

I love Baby L

She gives me a little kiss and tells me I’ll be fine. So sweet, what a darling.

I know Veronica is doing her best, but frankly being attached on a leash in the garden is not my idea of fun. (Only because she’s worried I might run or jump.)

Can’t wait for this whole ordeal to end!

It’s been 4 weeks. Tomorrow we have our appointment with Dr de W. I want the truth: Will I EVER be able to lead a normal dog life again?

It’s been 9 months since I had a proper playdate!

Dr de W examines my leg thoroughly. She’s happy with the result. My leg is still a little swollen but healed.

My walks can increase and should continue on a leash for a few weeks (Trust Veronica to make that into months!)

Dr W tells me I’m doing great. (Dr de W is the best). I’ll be able to live like a dog with a few restrictions. No more agility, there’s a risk I might injure the other leg.

That’s actually the opinion of my whole “Entourage”. At this stage, frankly, I don’t care, as long as I’ll be able to run and play again.

There was even a bonus, we got to meet Dr B and Ms Dr B. I was thrilled to see them, we even met their new pup, a little “Kooikerhonjde” very cute. I did NOT growl.

(I’m not that stupid, they have access to sharp instruments)

Ok, I admit, the meniscus IS easier. (But I still suffered…on so many levels!)

I think I’m a hero! All these surgeries, I fight through them like a pro. Yeah, I have scars, I’m a badass Boxer. I might even get a tattoo!

Special thanks to Felicia’s “Entourage”

Dr de Wolff Noussitou for performing a perfect meniscus surgery on my Felicia and for being understanding and patient.

The surgery assistants Team, for answering my calls with warmth and reassuring words. 

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Dr Jerome Föllmi for his numerous treatments and responding to my worried text messages, even on the week end.

Dr Gabor Luka for coming back from California, full of wisdom, just at the right moment.

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And of course, Dr Luc Borer, Dr Stephanie Borer and Dr Delphine Carquillat

Felicia and I are fortunate to have such wonderful experts to help us through her medical parkour.

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I am beyond sadness, desperation and without much hope. My life is so depressing. But let’s not get ahead of this story and go back to the beginning.

Summer came along and all was fine. As a matter of fact with time, I really appreciate this slow pleasant life mode.

Wake up Yoga sessions. Veronica and I both have our little routine. Me, I specialise in “Ujjayi breathing” and “Shavasana”.

Morning walks into the woods. I’m only allowed to run short distances, my operated leg is still a little weak. But that’s ok, it’s too hot for much more anyway.

Post walk naps on the bed. (I manage to sneak up quite often these days). I have to say, I think I look fabulous on the Society bedding.

I could be the perfect spokesmodel for the company!!

Lazy afternoons, Veronica reading while sipping her green tea, me resting nearby.

Tasty Dinners. Dennis sometimes even let me finish his pasta dish and clean off the plate. BTW, his pesto sauce is delicious.

Warm pleasant evenings chilling by the pool.

Or taking strolls down to the lake. Looking at the boats or, rather mostly in my case, the ducks.

The unavoidable heatwave came along but no worries. I can handle those now. Also, Veronica is there with the water spray at all times, day and night.

Dr F (My wonderful Physio) came by to work on my back and leg. Actually, I’m starting to get a little impatient here, it’s been 6 months and I’m still not back on track!

Will I ever be able to play like before?

The days went by, life was good. La Dolce Vita. I was happy until one day…

Baby L came for a sleepover. Incidentally she’s really adorable and gives me candy ALL THE TIME.

(Such an improvement on her earlier, “I’m a baby, I’m just lying here, I’m so cute” attitude.)

We were hanging out in the garden, I took a few joyful jumps around her when there was a sharp pain in my operated leg.

I sneaked in under the table but nothing escapes Veronica’s eagle eyes:

“OMG!!! Felicia is hurt, she’s jumping on three legs”.

Veronica was beside herself with shock and worry. She immediately texted Dr F (His reaction seeing her text was probably “oh no, not her again”…).

Sweet as he is, he called her…twice!! I got some anti-inflammatory medication but my leg did not improve much.

As expected, Veronica dragged me back to Dr B’s office, only I got a huge shock! HE’S ON VACATION!

Instead there was his partner, Dr de W. Apparently she’s also a specialist surgeon…so they say. (Veronica even asked Dr F. about her.)

So this “Supposed” specialist told Veronica “It’s the meniscus. She will need surgery”

What’s that now? Surgery? By her?? I certainly don’t think so! What do we really know about her? No, I’ll just wait for Dr B to be back.

Alas, I have no choice, my leg is really hurting big time. I’ll just have to trust this new face. To be fair she does seem very nice and sweet, and Dr F says she’s great.

That evening I was very gloomy, feeling sorry for myself (and rightfully so!!). Third surgery in 6 months.  

Veronica tried to comfort me.

“Don’t worry my Felicia, all will be fine. And I have a big surprise for you: Dr L is back from his California year”

What’s that?? Who did she say? Dr L??!! WOW!! MY FAVORITE DR. EVER!! Best news in a long long long time!

Veronica had scheduled an appointment on his very first day back in the early morning, I was his first patient. There were hugs, candies and and many many Boxer kisses.

All three of us were so happy to see each other.

Not only has he come back. But he spent a year specialising in post surgery  rehabilitation without medication.

I’m going to be his patient zero. He’s even going to open a new center next door with hydrotherapy (Ok I might skip that one) laser and much more.

I’m going to be his star patient.

I’m still a little nervous (rather, very nervous) about my upcoming surgery. I will feel pain, wear a cone and suffer in general.

This time it’ll be different, I have my entourage: two surgeons, Dr de W and Dr B, my own very special physio Dr F and what’s more, my favourite Dr L is back!

Today I will tell you the story of Yuna. The sweetest Boxer girl there ever was.

She had a gentle soul, a heart of gold, she loved everything and everyone. She was like a sweet, precious, delicate flower.

She was MC’s first Boxer love.

“Yuna von Der Andreashöhe”, 8 weeks old, she was Andy and Jacky’s pup. (Boxerzwinger von Andreashöhe) 

It was love at first sight. With her white markings, her sweet look, she was irresistable.

She had a funny, crooked little tail that made her even more adorable.

The “Andreashöhe Kennel” is on the other side of this small country. It’s a day trip, and NC was part of the “Let’s go and look at the puppies” travel team.

As was, of course, my Lego. Andy was thrilled to see her again. (She was 7 years old at the time).

There were puppies everywhere. Jumping and playing, happy pups. Ondra von Hansjacobstadt, my mom, is climbing on MC.

That’s the day Veronica fell in love with her, she was 18 months old. Can you spot little cute Yuna?

Yuna’s sweet mother was “Umba von der Andreashöhe”. My beautiful mother, is standing behind the fence.

Yuna’s father was a Champion, “Marvin von Hofmannstal”. Rosine Hofmanns’s Boxer. (Europe’s Oldest Boxer breeder)

He’s quite stunning I think.

At 10 weeks, it was time to pick up little Yuna. MC brought her over to be properly introduced to my Lego.

Both were a little suspicious.

Yuna found a way into Lego’s heart.

Very soon, Lego adopted little Yuna as her own baby. She was the most wonderful and caring surrogate Mom anyone could have dreamed of.

Staying close to Yuna at all times

Looking out for her, keeping her protected and secure.

Yuna spent a lot of time at Veronica’s house. (MC had sometimes long working hours)

Sadly, Yuna was diagnosed with a heart murmur. She needed daily medication, it was a shock to MC, and the whole family.

There were frequent visits to the Veterinarian. MC put her whole heart into giving this sweet Boxer the best life possible.

Veronica took both dogs on long walks. Yuna stayed close to Lego, never venturing far away.

Somehow she knew she had take care of herself. No better friend than Lego, calm and wise, to keep her safe.

Can you see her funny tail? So cute

To this day, Veronica still goes on about:  “what an easy pair they were” and “they obeyed instantly” and “never growling at any dogs”.

As if all that praise isn’t enough, she always adds: “This would be impossible with Felicia and Indya”.

Really? Apples and Oranges here! Indya and I are a great team. We do it our way, and some dogs need a little “dressing-down”. They ask for it, what with their provoking “full of themselves” attitude!

Ah, who am I kidding. Those two were a wonderful, perfect pair. I’m just jealous!

Everybody loved Yuna, with her cute baby face. She was such an endearing little Boxer girl.

Sometimes MC took her to agility, she loved it.

MC was careful to adapt the rhythm to her baby.

Veronica entered both dogs for Corinne’s annual Agility trial. Lego got first prize. (Of course) Yuna came second.

Speed isn’t everything, that day, precision and obedience was the winning attitude.

Despite her health issues, she was always such a happy Boxer girl.

MC and Yuna had a very special loving bond.

With time, there were even more frequent visits to the vet. The wonderful, now retired, Doctor Jean Claude Buser.

He performed a special Chinese therapy, with colour lamps that improved her general wellbeing.

Veronica always brought Lego along, to comfort Yuna.

But even the most talented of Doctors cannot perform miracles.

One day, barely 4 years old, Yuna’s little body gave up, and she quietly left for Fairyland. MC was heartbroken. Yuna was a star in her life, a warm glow of unconditional love.

From our dear Neighbour and Lego’s best friend Michael:

Hello Veronica and M,
It was very sad to hear the news about Yuna’s departure.
As you said Veronica, Yuna was a sweet little boxer…
Very gentle, very affectionate, liked to lean against one’s legs and sit on one’s shoes (when not chewing on them), and with a special kindness in her eyes and character.
Whenever I gave Yuna a cookie or bone through the fence, she was… so gracious.
Yes, I think gracious is the right word for Yuna. And for M, for your devotion to Yuna and for having taken such good care of her through her illness, and for having brought up Yuna into a fun, funny, playful, bouncy… sweet little boxer.
Merci Yuna for your time with us, and for your sparks of youthful energy that gave extra life to Lego and all of us.
Merci Yuna, et Bon Voyage.
 Michael

Our thanks go to Dr Jean Claude Buser for his special care, and treatments. He greatly improved Yuna’s short life and made it the best possible.

The other night, as I returned to my sleeping quarters, I sensed a weird vibration: A suitcase in Veronica’s walk in closet!! OMG is she travelling again??? Now?

Thing is, I had a minor setback. I started limping…on a Sunday. Veronica went ballistic. She was absolutely sure it was the meniscus.

She even texted Dr F (My Physiotherapist)…ON A SUNDAY! (How embarrassing is that!!) Poor guy, having to deal with her hysterical outbreak…on his free time!

Next day, at 7.30 AM (YES!!) she called Dr B (The cool surgeon) and at 2 pm we were in his office. “Is it the meniscus??” She was in the verge of tears. (Honestly, get a grip!)

Dr B, very zen, (Probably used to neurotic patients) gave me anti inflammatory medication, told Veronica not to stress, go back to slow walks on a leash for 3 weeks.

So here I am, deprived of my newly acquired freedom. That’s the time Veronica chooses to go to Stockholm. Supposedly there’s some important meeting in her building.

P L E A S E! I happen to know that’s only half the story, she’s going to meet her Boxer friends and what’s more, Eva!! MY EVA!! (Eva Bodfäldt)

The nerve of her. Leaving her darling, injured Boxer girl (I know, I’m with Dennis but still!) to go and have fun…with other dogs!!

Once back, we’ll have to endure endless Swedish dog stories. She’ll go on and on and on….Honestly, tell the story once…to people who actually ask for it.

The whole family agrees! (As do her friends!)

She met, of course, Yvonne and her beautiful Lux and the old gentleman Mojo.

Lux greets Veronica as Boxers do, happily and energetically! Can you believe Mojo is 14 years old! He’s a real gentleman and sweet with everyone.

Very sadly, a few weeks later, Mojo had to leave for Fairyland. Yvonne was devastated. Don’t worry, he’s with my Lego now, she’ll look after him.

Then there was a long awaited visit to their friend Monica with her adorable Bubblan.

Bubblan is a very energetic young lady. Full of pep. Veronica thinks she’s super smart. (What does that mean? Like I’m stupid or something??)

Bubblan is allowed up on ALL THE FURNITURE!! Why…WHY, doesn’t Veronica let me sleep on the “Svensk Tenn” sofas?!

Bubblan is SO lucky!

Monica loves to bake, there were Swedish buns and a cake. Veronica described the food at a length! Even Bubblan got a small bite..

Monica lives in a beautiful neighbourhood. Look how happy Bubblan is with her stick. (FYI: I can run with a stick too!)

There was a very long “Boxer/jumping/climbing/kissing” goodbye. Yes, us Boxers are masters in that area.

After a day of fun, Bubblan was wiped out!

Monica, a word: Can you please talk some sense into Veronica? Just mention the Svenskt Tenn sofas and Kanelbullar!

Veronica spent a whole day with Eva and her two dogs. Will-Ja and the newcomer, little Tesla (The one with the cute ears) just one year old.

Eva lives close to this lovely café where even dogs are welcome.

There’s a large wood, perfect for long walks.

Incidentally, I’m SO jealous of the Swedish forests. Look how much space there is to run and have fun!

Here, where I live, it’s more like “a bunch of trees hanging out”.

Eva trained her dogs to search for the ball, far away. Look at them, focused, waiting for the order. (No monkey business here!)

Very softly, Eva calls “Will-Ja” and she speeds off. Tesla stays put, she knows her turn will come next.

They’re happy and doing a great job. Eva rewards Will-Ja, and Tesla. (Of course! Not easy to sit still when your BFF’s out on a mission).

Veronica told me I should take a leaf out of their book…yeah, like I’m going to compare myself to those dogs! What a joke! I mean these are Eva’s dogs!! THE Eva.

Will-Ja is a very original Labrador, she even climbs trees! Follow the trail, that’s her motto.

That dog has nose of a Bloodhound, a will of her own, and heart of gold!

Will-Ja and Tesla have a Cloud7 Bed, just like me!! As it happens, I’m sure Eva got inspired seeing mine. What can I say, I’m an Influencer!

I love this pic, look how cosy they are, the three of them. That’s what I call a happy dog family.

Eva is a zen dog owner. (Veronica should take a leaf out of her book! Oh yeah!)

BTW, Eva, can you come here again? Veronica needs your help! Me? No…I’m perfect, well, close enough!

Shortly after that visit, Tesla got a second price in this big competition.

184 dogs and Tesla came second! Bravo Tesla! She’ll probably be one of those super champions, full of medals and stuff!

I’m not jealous. I have other attributes, off the top of my head; Guard dog duties. It’s a common fact that Boxer’s are great at keeping burglers out.

(Don’t you listen to Dennis’s false rumours that I’m a wimp!)

Yvonne got me a surprise!

Wow! Yvonne, thanks! We haven’t been properly introduced. I know you read my stories and always have my back. You clearly understand my complex personality.

Please come and visit. You’ll see, I’m a lovable Boxer girl!

Oh, and Veronica got me the green collar. (Like that’s going to make up for abandoning her little F!)

Why can’t I travel to Sweden? Run in the forests, play with fun dogs.

What? Me, snippy? I  beg do differ. I can play with, well, some dogs…if they’re nice, and not full of themselves.

Yes, I can be charming, just ask Eva.

 From Eva: “Oh Felicia! I don`t know what to say! It seems like Veronica doesn’t pay much attention concerning your life. All these trips to Sweden? Just between the two of us: I have told her to invite me a couple of times. Do you know what she replies? – That would’ve been lovely. I think she’s jealous of yours and mine close relationship. Don’t ya think…?

With all my love!

Eva”

 From Yvonne: “Felicia, vi läser alltid din blogg med glädje och jag önskar verkligen att Veronica tar med dig någon gång till Sverige. När Veronica hälsade på hos oss första gången fanns Havannah
Mojo och Lux och välkomnade med hopp skutt och pussar. Lux är nu ensamhund för första gången i sitt liv och kanske kanske ska hon få ett syskon, men det dröjer nog ett tag….. Så roligt när din matte kommer till Sverige och hon berättar alltid så mycket om dig lilla F, så det känns nästan som vi känner dig ganska väl utan att ens sett dig. Vi bilar ibland i Europa och vem vet, vore så skoj att hälsa på och träffa dig lilla F i verkligheten. Men fortsätt blogga lilla F så vi får höra allt om dig det är så kul! ❤️ Och hoppas att din rehab går bra och att du snart får springa igen! Nospussar i massor! ❤️”

Yvonne”

From Monica: “Lilla F, det känns som jag känner dig, trots att vi aldrig träffats, genom att jag följer din blogg där jag får ta del av dina tankar och det som händer i ditt liv, både stort och smått. När jag har träffat Veronica så har hon berättat om hur duktig du är och hur kul du tycker det är att få nya roliga uppgifter att lösa.
Och du är minst lika duktig som Bubblan, tro inget annat! Och att Bubblan får sova i mina soffor och fåtöljer (och min säng) beror faktiskt endast på att hon inte har lyckan att äga sådana sköna och bekväma hundbäddar som du har! Och för många kanelbullar är inte bra för en Boxer flickas figur, vilket jag har försökt tala om för lilla Bubblan. Fortsätt krya på med din rehab så ska du se att du snart kan få springa igen. Puss på din fina lilla nos, Felicia!❤️

Monica”