Carolin is 26, and her great love has just died. Really died, not just in a figurative sense. In her grief, she now has to argue with her uptight ex-boyfriend over a rather substantial inheritance. It's no wonder that Caro gets drunk for the first time in her life, sees a therapist, and spends a small fortune on shoes. She feels surrounded by idiots. Fortunately, Carolin is not alone in her darkest hours. Her concerned family and a stuffed fox terrier named "Number Two Hundred and Forty-Three" help her with a fresh start.