Summer Worries in the Kennels 



very puzzled expression, but before the cub-hunting 

 season is over those eyes will have acquired a look of 

 alert earnestness. 



When from ten to twenty couple of puppies arrive in 

 kennel it is certainly remarkable how the men can 

 remember all the new names. When one realizes that 

 modern foxhounds are all very much alike as regards 

 markings, it is even more amazing how these men can 

 know one from the other. 



Feeding-time brings the kennel-men more trouble. 

 A conceited puppy who was accustomed to bullying the 

 pomeranian when at walk encounters a brother who was 

 lord and master over a nervous collie and, in a flash, 

 war is declared. This is but a signal for a general 

 furore which seems more interesting than any thoughts 

 of food. Then there is the problem of the shy youngster. 

 One who has been bullied incessantly, and fears to eat 

 with the others. And of course as the entire draft 

 cannot be fed separately it takes time and the judicious 

 administration of reprimand before the bullies cease to 

 terrify the more timorous and good table-manners are 

 instilled generally. 



When puppies eat slowly, not necessarily as a result 

 of any shyness on their part, it is obvious they will not 

 thrive if compelled to compete at meal-time with their 

 more ravenous brothers. The only solution is to allow 

 slow-eaters a few minutes' grace at the trough before 

 the others arrive. It is a delightful experience to see 

 the feeder enter his kennel, when the appetising whiff 

 of a prepared meal has every hound up on tip-toe, and 

 call out his slow-eaters from the entire pack. This, I 



