3 2o ALL ABOUT DOGS 



Many of my readers will remember Mr. George 

 Helliwell, better known to his intimates as " Yorkshire 

 George," and his long connection with the late Mr. 

 Fletcher's successful kennel of sporting dogs. It was 

 always a safe " draw " to touch on the merits of the 

 Fox Terrier " Rattler," who won many of his numer- 

 ous honours, when in George's care, and he was never 

 tired, and would be nearly moved to tears in recounting 

 his virtues and triumphs. I remember one occasion, 

 when he was officiating as a judge, in which capacity he 

 was in great request, and highly qualified. After he 

 had judged a class, one of the exhibitors, who was not 

 satisfied with what he had awarded to his dog, went up 

 and asked him why he had not given him more, saying 

 his dog " had a wonderful pedigree," and thought he 

 ought to have beaten all there. George said, in his 

 own peculiar way, slapping his inquirer gently on the 

 back, " If tha' tak my advice, lad, the next toime ther' 

 goes to show, thou'll tak thy dog's pedigree wi thee, 

 and leave dog at 'oom ! " I fear my writing of the mat- 

 ter does not properly convey the intense humour of the 

 incident, and the " broad Yorkshire dialect " in which 

 the advice was given ! But " George's " many friends 

 will picture it for themselves. 



I saw in the papers lately the death of Mr. Frank 

 Adcock, and it brought to my mind not only his 

 craze for Giant Bull Dogs, which is well known 

 to " the Fancy " of his day, but also his Great 

 Dane " Satan," most appropriately named, as he 

 rightly or wrongly enjoyed the reputation of being the 

 most savage member of the canine race ever benched 



