I am a cocker spaniel. I have a girl, she is my pet. I love cookies! Cookies! And more cookies! My humans won't give me very many, they make sure I go potty outside first.

I am the queen of the pack, even though my girl's mama thinks she is the queen of the pack. I am top dog, not my mama.

The pack traveled all over the United States. We moved from a big, beautiful house in California, where I was a city dog. Actually I was a suburban dog and I loved it. I like sidewalks a lot. I am kind of prissy and don't like grass - yuck. Sidewalks are much better. But my Dad got a bright idea to move to the East Coast, what is that? The East Coast is a place that takes a long time to get to, you have to ride in the pack-mobile for days and days. All Mama did was drive and drive, Dad was in front of her driving too. My girl was in the back seat with me and squished me quite a bit. Mama kept telling her not to squish me, and making her move. Some times, I rode on top of all of the suitcases, because I am truly TOP DOG, whether the rest of the pack will admit it or not. It is all about me, they just forget.

We stayed in lots of places called hotels. I am so special, I caused them to pay lots of extra money for something called a "pet fee." Hello! Humans are the pets! I am Spantastic Span, Clara the Wonder Dog, I am nobody's pet. But these hotels are pretty cranky about taking "pets" and they charged my Dad a lot of money. That is okay, I still got to sleep on the bed with my girl, I sleep on the top of the pillow and push her off! I like to do that. But I don't like hotels, they have too many smells in them, they are different every night and I like my own bed that I share with my girl.