88 THE BOSTON TERRIER 



Someone asked a noted critic whom he con- 

 sidered the best singer he had ever heard, and 

 he answered, "Patti." In being asked who came 

 next, he replied, "Patti ;" and on being questioned 

 who was his third choice, gave the same answer. 

 Were I asked the three most important essen- 

 tials for the success of the brood bitch, I should 

 say, "Exercise, exercise, exercise." By this I 

 do not mean leading with a chain, running be- 

 hind a horse or team, but the natural exercise 

 a bitch will take if left to her own devices. 

 Nature has provided an infallible monitor to 

 direct the dog the best amount to take, and when 

 to take it. One of the best bitches I ever pos- 

 sessed was one weighing fourteen pounds by 

 the original Tony Boy (one of the best little 

 dogs that ever lived) out of a bitch by Torrey's 

 Ned, by A. Goode's Ned. Her name was Lottie, 

 and she had thirteen litters and raised over 

 ninety per cent. Those who have read that in- 

 teresting little book on the "Boston Terrier," by 

 the late Dr. Mott, will readily recall the genial 

 Doctor speaking of the first Boston he ever 

 owned, named "Muggy Dee," and how intel- 

 ligent he was, and what a number of tricks the 

 Doctor taught him, will be interested to know 

 that Lottie was his great-grandmother, and she 

 was equally intelligent. We had several bitches 

 by the celebrated Mr. Mullen's "Boxer" out of 



