CHAPTER XXII. 



DOG SHOWS AN ADVENTURE AT THE BACK OF 

 CLERKENWELL SESSION HOUSE. 



RULY these may be said to be the 

 dog days. Although I am writing 

 this in January, 1873, yet it is a 

 fact. 



The Birmingham show is over, and numbered 

 amongst the past ; non-successful exhibitors are 

 in a state of rabid excitement ; letters are flying 

 about, and the different sporting journals are 

 publishing them. 



I have been a judge many times myself, and 

 am fully aware of the great difficulty attending 

 dog-shows, and the onerous duties attached to a 

 judge. 



I will commence with the judge. He is a 



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