I am in a Springer rage that I no longer have my Springer, Pete. I loved Pete, leaping in the air looking for scent or in mid-air after a bird flushed. Pete had a sense of humor better than most people. Pete was better looking. Pete was kind and gentle with my wild four year old daughter. Pete had the bad judgment to think that he could whip a Rottweiler who challenged his Alpha dog position. Pete and I were bloody but unbowed in these encounters. He died in 2002 of an auto-immune disease fairly common among Springers (hemolytic anemia). I miss Pete. Springers are great.

Rich