102 THE BOSTON TERRIER 



sented itself to view was a dog, a cross between 

 a fox and bull terrier. When the man was told 

 of this, he made this amusing reply: "The dog 

 was born in Boston, and he is a terrier. Why 

 is he not a Boston terrier?" Upon telling him 

 that according to his reasoning if the dog had 

 been born in New York city he would be a New 

 York terrier he smiled. Fortunately I had 

 "Druid Pero" with me and said : "Here is a dog 

 bred in my kennels at Cliftondale, Mass., that 

 was a first prize winner at the last New York 

 show, and yet he is a Boston terrier." After 

 looking Pero carefully over he exclaimed : "Well, 

 by gosh, they don't look much like brothers, but 

 I guess some greenhorn will come along who will 

 give me twenty-five dollars for him," and on in- 

 quiring a little later was told the green gentle- 

 man had called and bought the dog. 



How to breed the dogs so that the brindle will 

 not become too dark, with the bright reddish 

 sheen that sparkles in the sun, is the important 

 question, and I am surprised at the ignorance 

 displayed by kennel men that one would natur- 

 ally suppose would have made the necessary sci- 

 entific experiments to obtain this desirable shad- 

 ing. Only a short time ago a doctor, a friend of 

 mine, told me he had just started a kennel of 

 Bostons, buying several bitches at a bargain on 

 account of their being black in color, and that 



