Kate Power

I'm an English Springer spaniel with three colors that means I'm a tri-color. I was born in Tombstone, Arizona. Brian and Dee drove all the way from Fountain Hills, Arizona, to get me. I was living with all my brothers and sisters and my mom. I liked Brian and Dee right away but I was kinda scared leaving all my litter mates.

I slept most of the drive home. It took longer because Dee took the wrong turn and ended up in a place called Globe. It took like three hours longer, which is a lot when you're only six weeks old. They stopped the car to let me go potty and they brought water for me to drink. I sat in a basket with a comfy pillow to sleep on.

When I got to my new home, there was this big red dog. I mean like really BIG, bigger than my mom, bigger than any dog I'd seen. Well, so ok, I'd only seen my Mom and Dad but this new dog was huge and I was so little. Her name is Rose.

Anyways, Brian asked my breeder for an English springer spaniel that had three colors and was feisty. One that could keep up with a BIG red dog. That was me. So the first time Rose poked her big nose in my face, I growled at her. I wasn't gonna bite her, but I wanted her to know I wasn't afraid — even though I kinda was. You probably have heard that you should crate your dog when they are young. Well don't believe it. It didn't work for me. I hate crates. The first and second and third night I howled all night. Dee finally got the hint — I don't like crates! So she and Brian made a little bed in the corner of their bedroom. They got some chicken wire and fencing and put it around the bed. I was all comfy, had room to move around, and didn't howl anymore.

Rose and me get along fine now. She's my bestest friend. Unless she tries to steal my food. But that hardly ever happens. I think she likes me, too. For one thing, she lets me snuggle next to her.