him something altogether different. That is a Httle way we have, 

 a way that occasionally causes a proper resentment in other lands. 



I will not venture upon a speculation as to the reason why we 

 have decreed the French Bulldoo; to be worthy of our esteem, 

 while the Boston Terrier has been neglected. The two have many 

 superficial points of resemblance ; indeed, it is almost necessary 

 for one to be an expert to detect the difference. Both are built 

 much upon the same lines, and the heads are not greatly unlike, 

 except that the ears of the American dog are cropped instead of 

 being allowed to retain their natural shape. This is not surprising 

 when we consider that the Boston Terrier was formed from probably 

 the same foundation stock— the lighting dog from Birmingham and 

 the Midlands, hned down with an admixture of Terrier blood. 

 The result is an active, game, " trappy " little fellow, ht for my 

 lady's carriage or as a friend of the working man. My introduction 

 to the Boston Terrier took place at the Villa d'Este, upon the 

 shores of the Lake of Como. Passing an idle hour or two in that 

 beautiful spot one afternoon my attention was suddenly arrested by 

 the appearance of a dog of strange appearance. A second look 

 told me his description, and his owner, a charming American, was 

 quite pleased to hnd an Englishman who knew a little about her 

 favourites. In the summer of 1 9 1 1 , I had a further opportunity 

 of renewing my acquaintance with the breed, a lady exhibiting 

 some specimens at the Ladies' Kennel Association show in the 



