Hello my loyal readers and serfs! (Or is that smurfs?) Anyway, this is The Daily Bone and I'm your aristocratic doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel.
Dad has been really interested in researching his ancestry for quite a while. He can track his relatives back hundreds of years, and spends lots of time squinting at fuzzy old documents from churches and towns in places like Finland and Cornwall, searching for more connections. I'll bet in a couple years, he'll be tracking his forefathers back to the Cave Man Days! Hooray!
So I did a little research about myself. Do you know what I found out? Spaniel means someone from Spain! Yes, spaniels of all types originally came from Spain. There is even a possibility that cocker spaniels sailed on the Mayflower with the pilgrims!
However, I seem to have lost that awesome Spanish accent. Now I'm just a regular pup, and not pretentious at all! Well, unless it comes to squeaky toys. Whenever one of my humans comes home from work or shopping or whatever, I find my favorite squeaky toy or tennis ball and prance around with it to show them that I am the proud owner of said squeaky toy, and you can't have it! Nope, nope, nope. The tennis ball is always MINE!
Hey Dad, hurry up with that pizza!