Log in
Log in
<< First  < Prev   1   2   Next >  Last >> 
  • 08/09/2009 6:32 PM | Anonymous

    Breed Reference Books

    This section includes those writings that focus in detail on the Kerry Blue Terrier and serve, as the title implies, as standard reference books. Some do not exclusively address the Kerry Blue, however they contain extensive sections on the breed, and are considered to be a significant resource. Some are quite old and may contain information that is dated, however they remain a valuable source of continuity and breed history. Bob Nazak

    Clarke, Egerton.
    The Popular Kerry Blue Terrier
    Popular Dogs Publishing Company, Ltd, c1928
    65b, Long Achre, London, W.C.2.
    Egerton Clarke of Narcunda Kennels wrote the “Popular Kerry Blue Terrier”, with a forward by the Rt. Hon. The Earl of Kenmare. Illustrations by Hay Hutchison. Published by Popular Dogs Publishing Company Ltd. in England in the 1920′s. There is no publishing date in the book, but advertising for The Bog Kennels on page 71 makes reference to the dates 1925 and 1926. This is the first book published on Kerry Blue Terriers. Addresses breed history, Standard, Points, Breeding, Rearing, Management, Preparation for show, and Sporting attributes. A very scarce book. Hardcover, 78 pages.

    Foy, Eileen S.
    A Compact Kerry Blue
    Private publication available from Bookworld International. 2001
    It is 67 years since Egerton Clarke wrote his book on the Kerry Blue Terrier; a new book is long overdue. This book will help fill that void. Aimed at all interested in this special breed, it provides advice and information for the new puppy owner, the aspiring exhibitor, the seasoned breeder and even those who may venture into the judging the Kerry Blue. There are many colour photographs of “Kerries being Kerries”, and many previously unpublished photos to interest and intrigue. The author first acquired this wonderful breed in 1970. Progressing from exhibiting to awarding CCs at Belfast Championship Show in 1975, the judging continues both at home and abroad. She has written a variety of articles for newsletters and the canine press. The book was the next logical step.

    Gardner, Mrs. Katherine “Casey”.
    Record of K-9 Characteristic, A prerequisite of Breed Research, The Kerry Blue Terrier. (The Kerry Norm)
    First printed in Terrier Type 1964.
    Book published the following year 1965.
    This work, now out of print and extremely rare, revolutionized the study of the mechanics of K-9 movement.
    Mrs. Gardner was very active in the breed; her Kennel name was “Kerrycroft”. She died on 3 August 1994. The USKBTC has made inquiries of the state and is investigating the possibility of republishing this work.

    Handy, Violet E.
    The Modern Kerry Blue Terrier
    Published by “Our Dogs” publishing Co., c 1933
    “Our Dogs” Buildings, Manchester 1, England
    56 pages. 16 b/w pictures and line drawings. Cloth covers.

    Handy, Violet E.
    The Modern Kerry Blue Terrier
    Published by Milo G. Denlinger, c 1947
    Washington, D.C
    Reprinted from the original. 46pp. With frontispiece, 15 plates and text-illustrations.

    Hutchinson, Walter
    Popular & Illustrated Dog Encyclopaedia, Part 29, Kerry Blue Terrier
    Hutchinson & Co. (Publishers), Ltd. c 1934 (soft)
    34-36 Paternoster Row, London E.C.4
    This Scarce Dog Magazine is one volume of the Dog Encylopedia by Hutchinson’s. This Magazine was published on a weekly basis for 50 Weeks and then at the end published as a great book in 3 Volumes (see next listing). Each one of these Magazines featured one or more different dog breeds and Part 29 and focuses on the Kerry Blue Terrier with a total of 19 old Kerry Blue photos and two great full page art drawings of a Kerry Blue Terrier dogs. This is a great vintage write up with nice old photos but not much written Breed Info. There is also some information and photos on some other breeds. Dogs featured are Kerry Blue Terrier, King Charles Spaniel and Kelp Tal French. There are a total of 40 Pages to this Magazine and the Magazine measures 8 3/4 x 11 inches in size. The Kerry section consists of 21 pages and 61 black and white illustrations.

    Hutchinson, Walter
    Hutchinson’s Popular and Illustrated Dog Encylopaedia
    Hutchinson & Co. (Publishers), Ltd. 1934 (3 Volumes Hard”
    34-36 Paternoster Row, London E.C.4
    This is Hutchinson’s Dog Encylopedia 1934 first edition. London: Hutchinson & Co. Set is bound in the deluxe red leather. A rare complete three-volume set with over 2000 pages. One of the most historically important works on the Canine race. Walter Hutchinson brought together some of the greatest experts, writers, photographers, and artists to create a really astounding and thorough work on the many purebred breeds and there histories. This encyclopedia is incredible for the illustrations in color, black and white, and sepia tone. The quality of writing is probably not being matched these days, editor Walter Hutchinson drew upon some of the greatest dog writers and fanciers of all time to prepare this work, a supremely important and magnificent work. All the purebred breeds along with dog related subjects are included in this set. The Kerry Blue Terrier is covered in Volume 2.

    Irish Kennel Club
    The Native Dogs of Ireland – Their Origin, Development and Standards
    Published by the Irish Kennel Club. 1st edition, 1984
    Covering the Irish Wolfhound, the Irish Red Setter, and Irish Red and White Setter, the Irish Terrier, the Kerry Blue Terrier, the Softcoated Wheaten Terrier, the Glen of Imaal Terrier and the Irish Water Spaniel. 105 pp. 10 colour plates. Card covers.

    Izant, Edith
    The Kerry Blue Terrier
    Denlinger’s Publishers, Ltd., 1982.
    Box 76, Fairfax, VA 22030
    Edith Izant is a dog devotee, a Terrier fancier, and a Kerry Blue aficionado. Mrs. Izant’s book is a complete work on the Kerry Blue Terrier. It contains information on just what a Kerry Blue should be, the breeding of Kerrys and how to care for a Kerry and keep him in top condition.
    Also includes a few chapters on History of the Kerry Blue, Showing your Kerry in Obedience, How to “set” ears on puppies, Kennel names, and more. Loaded with black & white photographs and line drawings of champion Kerry Blue Terriers. Quarto (11.25” X 9”) hardcover with 112 pages and pictorial endpapers (map of the “The Kingdom of Kerry”). Also published in a softcover edition.

    McLennan, Bardi
    Kerry Blue Terrier
    Published by Kennel Club Books-USA, c.2005
    Terrier expert Bardi McLennan retells the fascinating origins of the KBT in a lively, enjoyable way and shares her insight into the breed’s history, characteristics and temperament. Illustrated with over 135 color photographs on 157 pages, this book discusses selection and care of the puppy as well as house-training, obedience training and dealing with and preventing behavioral problems. An excellent chapter on preventative healthcare addresses all of the concerns of a responsible owner. From the first days with the new puppy in the owner’s home, to showing your Kerry and finally to the special care for a senior dog, this new volume will prove an invaluable addition to every Kerry lover’s library.

    Please note that there are two versions of this book. The edition published in England is mentioned below. Although both books are excellent, the one published in the USA includes more information on American kennels and pictures of Kerries in the USA.
    ISBN 1-59378-321-3 was published in the USA in 2005.

    McLennan, Bardi
    Kerry Blue Terrier
    Published in London. printed in Korea. 2002
    This is a fabulous book in full color devoted to the Kerry Blue Terrier Dog. The book is a first and only edition book that is unavailable in the United States and Canada. Beautiful illustrated hardcover book with 157 pages in as new condition. In addition to an extremely authoritative text, this book presents over 135 photographs in full colour, which prove to be as informative as they are attractive. Helpful hints and important information are highlighted to provide easy access to everything the reader needs to know, from the history of the Kerry Blue Terrier to life with a Kerry Blue Terrier. There is also a birth certificate and vaccination record in the back of the book for your own dog and their records. Book size 8.5 x 6.8 inches.

    Montgomery, Dr. E.S.
    The Complete Kerry Blue Terrier
    Published by Denlinger’s, Silver Spring, Maryland, 1950.
    6 1/4″ x 9 1/4″, hardbound with satiny blue cover bearing gold lettering and the black image of a Kerry head, glossy pages. Some versions of the book feature endpapers describing various postal stamp releases honoring dogs.
    This book by Dr. E.S. Montgomery is an American Kerry classic, packed with useful information and photographs for the fancier. Chapters include: (1) The Personal Element; (2) The Early Origins of the Kerry Blue Terrier; (3) The Early Modern History of the Kerry Blue Terrier; (4) The Early Show History in England and Ireland; (5) The History of Kerry Blue Terrier Specialty Clubs in England and Ireland; (6) The History of the Kerry Blue Terrier in America; (7) The Heredity and Development of the Kerry Blue Terrier; (8) How to Judge a Kerry Blue Terrier; (9) The External Characteristics of the Kerry Blue Terrier; (10) Official Standard of the Kerry Blue Terrier; (11) The Character and Personality of the Kerry Blue Terrier; (12) The Feeding and Care of Kerry Blue Terriers; (13) How to Trim a Kerry Blue Terrier for the Exhibition Ring; (14) Kerry Blue Terrier Champions in England; (15) Kerry Blue Terrier Champions in America, and a preface, introduction, and concluding chapter. As with many of the older Denlingers books, this one carries a “Part II” with generic information on care, training, etc. The first part of the book completely devoted to original Kerry Blue text by Dr. Montgomery is 144 pages in length; Part II is 128 pages. Part II includes photographs of Kerries. The endpapers are unique – the front carrying a map of “The Kingdom of Kerry”; the back includes two drawings — one with a Kerry passing two Sealys and the quote, “An Irishman, a very valiant gentleman, I’ faith”, and the second showing a Kerry at the end of his lead addressing three Pekes, “Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat.” Both quotes from Shakespeare!

    Montgomery, Dr. E.S.
    The New Complete Kerry Blue Terrier
    Howell Book House Inc., NY: 1965.
    845 Third Ave., New York, NY 10222
    2nd Edition. 1st printing 1965. 2nd printing, 1969.
    An updated illustrated version of the original classic Montgomery book on the Kerry Blue Terrier published by Denlinger in 1950. Hardbound (5 1/2″ x 8 1/2″), with blue cover bearing gold and white lettering and a photograph of Gladys Titcomb’s Ch. Deed’s Show Off. Illustrated with B/W photos and pen & ink drawings 293pp.

    Rathborne, M.F.
    The Kerry Blue Terrier
    “The Drogheda Independent” Co., Ltd. 1927
    9, Shop Street, Drogheda, Ireland
    A very rare book. I have only seen a typed copy of the text without illustrations.

    Redlich, Anna
    The Dogs of Ireland
    First edition published in Ireland in 1949.
    Hardcover book with dust jacket. 189 pages.
    Breeds include: Irish Wolfhound, Irish Setter, Irish Red and White Setter, Irish Water Spaniel, Kerry Beagle, Irish Terrier, Kerry Blue Terrier, Glen of Imaal Terrier and Soft coated Wheaten Terrier.

    Redlich, Anna
    The Dogs of Ireland
    Dundalk, 1981
    W. Tempest, Dundalgan Press
    An updated version of the book originally published in 1949.

    Johns, Roeland.
    Our Friends The Irish And Kerry Blue Terriers
    Publisher: Methuen & Co., Ltd., London. First Edition published in 1935
    This is a rare Out Of Print hardcover dog book that has a dust jacket with a B/W Photo of an Irish Terrier on it. The Book has 87 Pages and measures 4 1/2 x 7 inches in size. Inside this Book there are only 2 Old B/W Photos as a Frontispiece and they are of an Irish Terrier named “Ch.Culbahn Confidence” and a Kerry Blue Terrier named “Blue Wizzard of the Bog”. The Book has 14 written Chapters: 1) The Origin of the Irish Terrier, 2) Irish Terrier Temperament, 3) The Irish Terrier’s Show Career, 4) The Irish Terrier, 5) Preparing the Irish Terrier for Show, 6) The Rise of the Kerry Blue, 7) Showing the Kerry Blue, 8) The Kerry Blue Terrier, 9) The Kerry Blue’s Show Career, 10) The Breeding of Irish and Kerry Blue Terriers, 11) Rearing and Training Puppies, 12) Glossary of Terms, 13) The Law and the Dog, 14) Ailments and Remedies. This Book would be a nice addition to any Irish or Kerry Blue Terrier lover’s library.

    Schneider, Earl
    Know Your Kerry Blue Terrier
    Published by The Pet Library Ltd,
    A guide to dog care and history of the Kerry Blue Terrier. Softcover, 64 pp, colour illustrations and photos.

    Schweppe, Frederick
    How To Raise And Train A Kerry Blue Terrier
    T.F.H. Publications, Inc. Neptune City, NJ. 1964
    A soft back book published in 1964. Contains 9 chapters over 64 pages with lots of info, a color cover but all photos inside are black & white pictures. Measures approx. 8 inches x 5.5 inches.
    It has a lot of valuable information, (the history of the breed, characteristics, etc.) and great pictures.

    Schweppe, Frederick
    Kerry Blue Terriers
    TFH Publications Inc., Neptune City, New Jersey, 1990
    This book illustrated throughout entirely with 175 full-color photos and drawings presents sensible easy-to-follow recommendations about selecting and caring for a Kerry Blue Terrier It concentrates on providing readers with the information they need and want all given in an interesting and easy-to-read style. Following is just a partial listing of the topics covered: History of the Kerry Blue Terrier; Description of the Kerry Blue Terrier; Grooming; Selecting Your Dog; The New Family Member; Feeding Requirements; Accommodations; Housebreaking and Training; Behavior Modification; Health Care; Preventive Dental Care; Breeding; Dogs and the Law; Index. Hardcover, 192pp, index, color illustrations.

    Williams, Capt. A. Watts
    The Kerry Blue Terrier
    Peter Hopwood & Co., Ltd. c 1923
    17 Victoria Street, Westminster, S.W.1
    Captain A. Watts Williams organized the Blue Terrier Club of England. This is more of a pamphlet than a book but might be a challenge to the claim that Egerton Clark wrote the first book


    This section includes those materials produced and published under the auspices of Kerry Blue Terrier Breed Clubs both in the U.S. and in other countries. AKC materials developed in cooperation with the USKBTC are included. Common type publications such as handbooks are listed in reverse chronological order. The edition frequency of the Breed Books of the early 40s were constructed through the use of references in other books as I have not had the good fortune to see any of these documents. It is possible that there could be errors in dates, etc. Validation is welcome. Bob Nazak

    United States Kerry Blue Terrier Club, Inc.
    The Kerry Blue Terrier Handbook, 2005.
    Carol Kearney,Editor. over 400pp, black-and-white drawings and photos, rosters of champions and top producers, breeder advertising. Many contributors include articles on health, structure, movement, performance, the standard,and the breeder’s perspective on the Kerry Blue. Copies are available in the shop section of the national club’s website at

    United States Kerry Blue Terrier Club, Inc.
    The Kerry Blue Terrier Handbook, 1992.
    Susan Dunivent, Editor. 322pp, black-and-white drawings and photos, rosters of champions and top producers, breeder advertising. Contributors include Carol A. Basler on “Setting Kerry Ears,” Edith Izant on judging and the working Kerry blue, Gay Stahley on obedience, Dr. Ralph A. Reilly on “Structure, Conformation and Movement.”

    The Kerry Blue Terrier Handbook, 1985
    Published by the United States Kerry Blue Terrier Club, Inc. Publication Committee Chair, Fern Rogers. 224 Pages.

    The Kerry Blue Terrier Handbook, 1976.
    The Kerry Blue Terrier Handbook, 50th Anniversary Year, 1976, published by the Kerry Blue Terrier Club of the United States. Publication Committee Chair, Mrs. Walter L. “Zippy” Fleisher. 147 pages. Contents include: Foreword, The Origin of the Kerry Blue Terrier, The KBT as a Pet, Feeding, Health Hints, Housebreaking, Grooming, The KBT as a Show Dog, The KBT in Obedience Training, Conditioning the KBT, Trimming the KBT, Preparing and Handling a Kerry – Show Competition, Official American Standard of the KBT, Basic Functional Anatomy of the KBT, Contemplations for the Novice Breeder, Miscellaneous Hints to the Novice Breeder, Tail docking and dew claw removal, Setting Kerry ears, Repeat Breeding, Bringing Kerry History Up To Date, 1968-1976, The Parent Club and the AKC, Breeders Displays. A wonderfully illustrated (drawings and numerous photographs) volume with a huge amount of information all together in one place!

    The Kerry Blue Terrier Handbook, 1968
    The book is a softcover with 124 pages and also includes a trimming chart that is 17″ X 22″.

    The Kerry Blue Terrier Handbook, 1964.

    Botho Lilienthal, Chairman, Publication Committee. Kerry Blue Terrier Club Publication 1964 Soft covered book for owners and lovers of this type of dog. Published by the United Kerry Blue Terrier Club Inc.1964. Contains good quality photos in black and white. Has a large advertising section at the back for kennels, champions, and stud services catered to this breed of dog. 112 pages.
    United States Kerry Blue Terrier Club, Inc. (continued)
    “The Kerry Blue Terrier Handbook”, 1958.
    Dr. E.S. Montgomery, Chairman, Publication Committee. Committee included Edith Izant, Mrs. Botho Lilienthal, Mrs. Edward Loebe, Gladys Titcomb, and Mrs. Mathew J. Whittall. Published in 1958 by the US Kerry Blue Terrier Club Inc. 112 pages.

    The Kerry Blue Terrier Handbook, 1952
    Published in 1952 by the US Kerry Blue Terrier Club Inc. Dr. E.S. Montgomery was Chairman of the Publication Committee which included Donald Flavin, Gladys Titcomb, Edith Izant, and Ruth Hanning. This 107-page book is a gem. From its Forward by Donald Flavin through the well written and illustrated Conformation and Trimming Chapters, this great Breed is presented for today’s breeder. Overviews of Ireland, the US and England’s Kerries are accompanied by corresponding Kerry Standards for Conformation judging. A Chapter on judging the Kerry written by William Fox is extraordinary. The second half of the book is given over to the kennels of the day. The ‘Greats’ of Kerry lineage are presented in crisp, uncluttered photographs. Photos of dogs who are known as names on Pedigrees are now available to you in prestigious wins at Morris and Essex or as single dog photos to be studied and appreciated for years to come.

    Kerry Blue Terrier, A Book of the Breed, 1949
    Fifth Breed Book published by the United States Kerry Blue Terrier Club, contains the “New Standard”. 70 text pages on glossy paper. Good articles about coat care, puppies, and early history of the Kerry in the US.

    The Kerry Blue Terrier, A Book of the Breed, 1947

    The fourth Breed Book Published by the USKBTC.

    The Kerry Blue Terrier, A Book of the Breed, 1946
    Mr. Donald Flavin, President, USKBTC.
    The third Breed Book Published by the USKBTC.

    The Kerry Blue Terrier, A Book of the Breed, 1945 .
    Mr. Hutchings, President, USKBTC.
    The second Breed Book Published by the USKBTC.

    The Kerry Blue Terrier, A Book of the Breed, 1942.

    Mr. McKinney, Editor, USKBTC. Mr. Hutchings, President, USKBTC.
    The first Breed Book published by the USKBTC.

    Get a Kerry Blue Terrier, 1940.

    A double-paged sheet produced by the Club. Intended for wide distribution to encourage interest in the breed.

    Breed Booklet, 1940.
    Mr. Henry Pattison, USKBTC.
    A 12-page booklet published by the USKBTC. Based on an article that appeared in the March 1938 edition of House & Garden. The need for the booklet was suggested by Mr. William L. Day in the Kerry Blue Column in the March 1940 AKC Gazette.

    United States Kerry Blue Terrier Club, Inc. (continued)
    Progressive Neuronal Abiotrophy, A Genetically Inherited Disease in Kerry Blue Terriers
    A pamphlet reporting the results of a committee study of PNA published by the USKBTC in1975.
    William Caffey, Chairman, Abiotrophy Committee

    Illustrated Standard of The Breed

    A large pamphlet published in 1996. The document is a detailed discussion of the breed standard featuring many illustrations. Developed by a select committee of the USKBTC. Edith Izant, Committee Chair

    USKBTC Photo Pedigree Book
    Produced by the USKBTC in 1997. The document housed in a three ring binder with removable sheets featuring pedigrees of many Kerry Blue Terriers, one to a page. A valuable research and breeding resource. Dr. Scott Kellogg, DVM, Editor

    USKBTC Tri-Fold

    Information brochure published and distributed by the Governors, as a basic source of information concerning the club. Intended for current and potential club members

    <<<<< >>>>>

    Empire Kerry Blue Terrier Club
    Perry, Horace J.
    Commentary on the Kerry Blue Terrier Standard
    The Empire Kerry Blue Terrier Club, New York. 1991
    A pamphlet written by “Jud” Perry a longtime Kerry Breeder and handler, Registered Kennel name “Kearnach”. The pamphlet was prepared as a fundraiser for the Empire Kerry Blue Terrier Club and reflected the information on the breed standard that was included in many lectures given by Jud over the years. One of the primary purposes of these lectures was to support the AKC Judges seminars conducted as part of the education of Judges new to the breed.

    <<<<< >>>>>

    American Kennel Club
    The Complete Dog Book
    The 19th Edition of best selling dog book of all time, The Complete Dog Book includes photographs, history, and the official standard for every breed admitted to AKC registration. This practical guide offers expert guidance for selecting the right dog, and information on registry, breeding, health care, training, and events. A glossary of dog terms appears within and many color photographs are used to illustrate the breeds. Size 6″ x 8″. Pages 790.

    Kerry Blue Terrier Breed Standard Video

    A valuable reference tool for judges, serious fanciers and breeders. The video produced in cooperation with the USKBTC offers a point-by-point analysis of a breed’s standard, with examples of dogs standing for examination and gaiting, and side-by-side comparisons of different specimens. Average run time per tape is about 20 minutes. USKBTC production committee included Jud Perry, Ruth Ann Reilly and Bob Nazak. Along with AKC Judge Phyllis Haage, the committee supervised the filming and editing of the video.

    American Kennel Club (continued)
    Breed Standard Packets
    A Breed Standard is a written description of the ideal specimen for each breed and is written by the Parent Club of the breed. The standards are printed on a 5 1/2 x 8 1/2 size sheet, which have been pre-punched to fit a 3-ring binder (6.5×9). They are packaged according to the breed’s designated group. A 3-ring binder with the AKC logo on the front and pockets on the inside covers is available to carry the standards.

    <<<<< >>>>>

    Izant, Edith
    Kerry Blue Terrier Trimming Chart
    A chart depicting the correct trimming and grooming of the Kerry Blue Terrier. It measures 23-5/8″ W by 18-5/8″ H. The dog is Townshend`s Lisduff Lady, owned & bred by Edith & Heard Izant. This chart tells you step-by-step or dog part by dog part, how to trim the hair. It is in black & white, very informative.

    <<<<< >>>>>

    Kerry Blue Terrier Club of England
    Kerry Blue Terrier Club of England Handbook
    87 pages, soft cover, many photographs.

    Kerry Blue Terrier Club of England Handbook
    1st 1953

    <<<<< >>>>>

    Northern Kerry Blue Terrier Club of England
    Handbook of The Northern Kerry Blue Terrier Club
    Handbook Of The Northern Kerry Blue Terrier Club 1990, 1st edition 1990, illustrated softback, complete with numerous black & white photographic illustrations of Kerry Blue Terriers. 96 pages.


    This section includes those magazines and periodicals that feature significant articles on the Kerry Blue Terrier or that feature the Kerry on the cover. Publications that include casual mention, advertisements, win reports, or breed columns are not included since the list would become unwieldy. This list is certainly far from complete, however it does represent a good cross section of this type material. Additions are welcome. Bob Nazak

    AKC Gazette – September 1930
    “Oakcrest Kerries Are True Blue” . An article consisting of seven (7) pages and 11 photographs written by Arthur Frederick Jones

    AKC Gazette – June 2000
    AKC Gazette magazine, June 2000 featuring the Kerry Blue Terrier.

    Dogdom Magazine. September 1925, Volume 26, Number 7
    F.E. Bechmann, Editor and Publisher
    Battle Creek Michigan
    Cover is Ch Castletown Rose owned by Miss Thomas. Lead article, “The Irish Blue Terrier”, was written by Henry B. Fotterell, Vice-Chairman of the Irish Kennel Club. Article “to be continued”, presumably in the next edition. Several ads by kennels of the time also included.

    Dogs in Canada
    magazine – 1954
    December 1954 issue Kerry Blue on the cover

    Dogs in Canada magazine – 1955
    December 1955 issue Kerry Blue on the cover

    Dogs Monthly – 1991
    May 1991 issue. Contains a Feature on the Kerry Blue Terrier. Contains 12 pages of info on the Kerry Blue including lovely b/w photos, the Standard, History, and breeders.

    The Dog News. April 1928, Volume VI, Number IV
    Adams, Glenn, M.D., Editor & Publisher
    Corner Pearl and Race Streets
    Cincinnati, OH
    Cover Photo of Grand Champion Grabhaire who was owned by Mr. B. Jerome Megargee. This issue was the “All-Terrier number”, but other than the cover, the only other articles were on the Irish Terrier and trimming Wire-coated Terriers.

    Dog World, June 1933
    Standards of all breeds issue. Published by Will Judy. Front cover is famous imported Kerry Blue terrier, “Gougane Barra of the Cluain”, owner Irvin Mattick, St Louis. 152 pages chocked full of photos, ads, articles, show news and the standard for all AKC recognized breeds. Measures approx 9″ x 12″.

    Dog World, 1937

    Dog World Magazine, pre-WWII Christmas 1937. Christmas Annual & Dog Directory issue. The cover features “Little Miss Heather Brown and three Kerry Blue Terriers bred and owned by the Blue Leader Kennels of Mrs. C.H. Jackson, Jr., Santa Barbara, California”. Wide variety of breed advertisers featured. 144 pages.
    Dog World, 1947
    This November 1947 issue of Dog World Magazine features a Kerry Blue Terrier on cover. The dog is identified as Champion Bemel Embargo of Cloca Mora. Cloca Mora was the Kennel name used by Mr. & Mrs. Roessle McKinney of New Canaan, CT. Both served as Governors of the USKBTC.

    Dog World – March 1983
    160 pages. The dog on the cover is Kernwood’s Take it on the Lamb – the first Kerry to be registered with the Livestock Guard Dog Association. Lots of articles & ads.

    Harper’s Bazaar, 1941
    Dog Bazaar page – Kerry Blue Terrier Dogs. This is a two page complete article. Lots of dog related ads and prints.

    House & Garden Magazine. March 1938.

    Contains an article on the Kerry Blue Terrier by Mr. Henry Pattison (exact title unknown). This article reportedly served as the basis for the first booklet of the breed published by the USKBTC in 1940.

    Kennel Review – May 1947
    May 1947 issue of Kennel Review features a Kerry Blue Terrier on the cover. The magazine
    includes many black and white photos of the day’s show wins. Photos cover many breeds including Kerry Blue Terriers.

    National Geographic Magazine – 1936

    The February 1936 National Geographic Magazine includes a 28 page article focusing on the terrier breeds and titled “Gallant Sportsmen Of The Terrier Tribe “. The magazine featured paintings of renowned Animal artist E. H. Miner. The artwork included excellent colors and detail. There are 8 color plates and numerous black and white photographs. Included was a painting featuring Kerry Blue and Manchester Terriers. Breeds represented and discussed include: Bedlington Terrier; Wire haired fox terrier; smooth fox terrier; Airedale; Irish terrier; Welsh terrier; schnauzer (listed as a terrier!); Lakeland terrier; Dandie Dinmont; Bull Terrier; Scottish terrier; Manchester terrier; Kerry blue Terrier; Sealyham terrier; Cairn Terrier; Silky Terrier.

    New Zealand Kennel Gazette – Kerry Blue Terrier – 1992

    May 1992 New Zealand Kennel Gazette (magazine), featuring a detailed 24 page supplement on the Kerry Blue Terrier. The Kerry Blue Terrier supplement includes articles on the history, characteristics.

  • 03/16/2005 5:24 PM | Anonymous

    (The following excerpt was taken from Dog People, edited by Michael Rosen. This particular passage was also written by M. Rosen.)

    Dog People

    Dog people are folks who want their lives to be a little doggier – more physical contact, consistency, innocence wildness, routine, unselfconsciousness, and even humility. Observing a dog is an exercise in appreciating the gifts of the nonhuman. Dog people try to put more “nature” in the concept of human nature. Dog people feel that seeing their dog basking on a sunny pane of carpet is a good reason to snuggle up for a snooze; they take the thumping tail as reassurance that yielding to the moment was the right decision. They like to be greeted each time they’ve been away, a reminder that life is too unbearably short to feign indifference to any joy, however familiar and constant. Dog people appreciate a dog’s expectations:Now is when we walk. Now is when I hop on the bed and you massage my ears. Now comes the part when you say you’ll be back, but I know you won’t be home before dinner. Dog people’s souls are anchored by gravity of another creature’s similar needs.

    (Nanette Loya sent this to us, and we were given permission to post it. Thanks Nanette. The author of the piece is unknown.)

    What is a Breeder?

    A Breeder (with a capital B) is one who thirsts for knowledge and never really knows it all, one who wrestles with decisions of conscience, convenience, and commitment.

    A Breeder is one who sacrifices personal interests, finances, time, friendships, fancy furniture, and deep pile carpeting! She/He gives up the dreams of a long, luxurious cruise in favor of turning that all important show into this years “vacation.”

    The Breeder goes without sleep, (but never without coffee!), in hours spent planning a breeding or watching anxiously over the birth process, and afterwards, over every little sneeze, wiggle or cry.

    The Breeder skips dinner parties because that litter is due, or the babies have to be fed at eight. She/He disregards birth fluids and puts mouth to mouth to save a gasping newborn, literally blowing life into a tiny, helpless creature that may be the culmination of a lifetime of dreams.

    A Breeder’s lap is a marvelous place where generations of proud and noble champions once snoozed.

    A Breeder’s hands are strong and firm and often soiled, but ever so gentle and sensitive to the thrusts of a puppy’s wet nose.

    A Breeder’s back and knees are usually arthritic from stooping, bending, and sitting in the birthing box, but are strong enough to enable the breeder to show the next choice pup to a championship.

    A Breeder’s shoulders are stooped and often heaped with abuse from competitors, but they’re wide enough to support the weight of a thousand defeats and frustrations.

    A Breeder’s arms are always able to wield a mop, support an armful of puppies, or lend a helping hand to a newcomer.

    A Breeder’s ears are wondrous things, sometimes red (from being talked about) or strangely shaped (from being pressed against a phone receiver), often deaf to criticism, yet always fine-tuned to the whimper of a sick puppy.

    A Breeder’s eyes are blurred from pedigree research and sometimes blind to her own dog’s faults, but they are ever so keen to the competitions faults and are always searching for the perfect specimen.

    A Breeder’s brain is foggy on faces, but it can recall pedigrees faster than an IBM computer. It’s so full of knowledge that sometimes it blows a fuse: it catalogues thousands of good structures, fine ears, and perfect heads… and buries in the soul the failures and the ones that didn’t turn out. The Breeder’s heart is often broken, but it beats strongly with hope everlasting… and it’s always in the right place !

    Oh, yes, there are breeders, and then, there are

    (The following passage was written by Patricia B. Mc Connell, Ph.D. in a personal essay entitled, “Love is Never Having to Say Anything at All.” In this essay, she writes about her dog Luke and the lack of a shared language between dogs and humans.)

    “Love is Never Having to Say Anything at All”

    Our lack of a shared language is a profound disadvantage sometimes, causing us no end of grief when we’re desperate to ask our dogs what’s wrong with them, or yearning to explain why we are torturing them with yet another radiation treatment. Our ability to talk to one another may be one of the greatest accomplishments of the human species, and there are times when I’d give anything to be able to communicate with Luke in greater depth than I can now. But speech comes with a price. Being in conversation with even a good friend raises your blood pressure. It takes a lot of mental energy to make decisions about what words to say, how to string them together, what tone to use when you say them. That’s the very same energy that spiritual leaders advise us to turn off as a way of revitalizing ourselves. The constant conversation that most of us have in our heads as we’re driving, eating, and walking through the park can be exhausting (“Did I turn off the water in the herb garden? What should I do about Spots’ arthritis? It’s getting worse. Shoot, I forgot to get the oil checked when I got gas last night.”) and is so inherent to the way our brains work that we actually have to practice turning it off. Anyone who’s tried meditation knows how difficult it can be to shut off the internal chatter that comes with being verbal.

    Experts at meditation can be “in the present,” and free of mental noise for hours, but I’m thrilled to turn off my brain for a minute or two. That’s because I’m a novice at a skill we humans need to learn and practice. But I doubt that Luke has to practice meditating to be able to experience the kind of spiritual peace humans have to learn to find. Being nonverbal allows an otherwise intelligent, highly connected animal to live in the present without the hailstorm of internal converstaions that complicate our human lives. If you think about it, most of what we “talk” about in our own heads isn’t about the present, it’s about the past or future. But dogs keep us firmly rooted in the here and now, and that, it turns out, is a notable accomplishment.

    Where but with dogs (and selected other animals) can we have such a deep and meaningful relationship with so little baggage? Words may be wonderful things, but they carry weight with them, and there’s a great lightness of being when they are discarded. The story of the Garden of Eden is a lovely allegory for the cost if cognition. Being able to use our brains the way that we do separates us from the rest of the animal world, and like most everything else in life, has its costs as well as its benefits.

    And so, perhaps it’s not just the things we share with dogs that wrap us together in mutual love. In the lovely balanced irony of yin and yang, it’s the differences as much as the similarities that bring us together.

    I do know that some of my happiest times are when Luke and I sit silently together, overlooking the green, rolling hills of southern Wisconsin. Our lack of language doesn’t get in the way, but creates an opening for something else, something deep and pure and good. We dog lovers share a kind of Zen-like communion with our dogs, uncluttered by nouns and adverbs and dangling participles. The connection speaks to a part of us that needs to be nurtured and listened to, but is so often drowned out in the cacophony of speech. Dogs remind us that we are being heard, without the additional weight of words. What a gift. No wonder we love them so much.

    Compiled by
    Carol Kearney

  • 01/20/2005 5:24 PM | Anonymous

    The Literate Kerry (Vol. 13)

    Mark Twain (pseud.) wroteFollowing the Equator in 1897. The excerpt below is taken, as written, from that selection.)

    Dogs are incapable of blushing, a fact which has given rise to the suggestion that they are incapable of shame. Even if dogs could blush this would pass unnoticed on a black dog. Man is the Only Animal that Blushes. Or needs to.

    (The following excerpt was taken from A Sheaf written in 1916 by John Galsworthy, (1867-1933). He wrote novels, plays and short stories with themes that focus on upper class English society, the economically and socially oppressed and explored questions of social justice. Galsworthy was awarded the 1932 Nobel Prize in literature.)

    Many, no doubt, first bound or bred the dog to his service and companionship for purely utilitarian reasons; but we of to-day, by immemorial tradition and a sentiment that has become almost as inherent in us as the sentiment toward children, give him a place in our lives utterly different from what we accord to any other animal,(not even excepting cats); a place that he has won for himself throughout the ages, and that he ever increasingly deserves. He is by far the nearest thing to man on the face of the earth; the one link that we have spiritually with the animal creation; the dumb creature into whose eyes we can look and tell pretty well for certain what emotion, even what thought, is at work within; the dumb creature which—not as a rare exception, but almost always—steadily feels the sentiments of love and trust. This special nature of the dog is our own handiwork, a thing instilled into him through thousands of years of intimacy, care, and mutual service, deliberately and ever more carefully fostered; extraordinarily precious even to those of us who profess to be without sentiment. It is one of the prime factors of our daily lives in all classes of society—this mute partnership with dogs.

    (In History of Quadrupeds, written in 1790, Thomas Bewick gives his opinion of the terrier .)

    The Terrier has a most acute smell, is generally an attendant on every pack of Hounds, and is very expert in forcing Foxes or other game out of their coverts. It is the determined enemy of all the vermin kind; such as Weasels, *Foumarts, Badgers, Rats, Mice, &c. It is fierce, keen, and hardy; and in its encounters with the Badger, sometimes meets with a very severe treatment, which it sustains with great courage and fortitude. A well-trained Dog frequently proves more than a match for that hard-biting animal.

    There are two kinds of Terrier,- the one rough, short legged, long-backed, very strong, and most commonly of a black or yellowish colour, mixed with white; the other is smooth, sleek, and beautifully formed, having a shorter body, and more sprightly appearance: it is generally of a reddish brown colour, or black, with tanned legs; and is similar to the rough Terrier in disposition and faculties, but inferior in size, strength, and hardiness.

    *A Fomart is a European Ferret.

    (A Ring-Ouzel is a rare bird often called the Blackbird of the Moors. The author of the poem is unknown.)


    Ay, see the hounds with frantic zeal
    The roots and earth uptear;
    But the earth is strong and the roots are long,
    They cannot enter there.
    Outspeaks the Squire, “Give room, I pray,
    And hie the terriers in;
    The warriors of the fight are they,
    And every fight they win.”

  • 12/05/2004 5:25 PM | Anonymous

    Take That, Will Rogers
    By Steven Bauer

    (Steven Bauer is a novelist, poet and director of a writing program in Ohio. Two of his books are The Seven Months of Winter and Satyrday. The excerpt below is taken from his personal essay entitled, “Take That, Will Rogers,” in which he discusses the unique traits of dogs in general and his five dogs – Minnie, Gabrielle, Chance, Pippin and Pittsburgh, – that now live with him and his family.)

    I never met a dog I didn’t like.
    When I was growing up, I heard this said not about dogs but about people, a sentiment I found deeply mystifying, even stupid. As far as I was able to tell, this Mr. Rogers, who had first admitted liking all people, was grown up, had the benefit of years of experience, and still had not discovered what I already knew at a very young age. I had found that there were lots of people I didn’t like, lots of people who weren’t worth liking. The neighborhood bully, for example, who had tied me to a tree and made me smoke a whole pack of Winstons; Miss Searle, my teacher, who was a fanatic about the flutophone; our next door neighbors, the Mienkes, whose devotion to their lawn precluded my ever traversing it. Though I was young, I’d learned that people could be mean and petty, blustery, braggadocious, exclusionary, obtuse, selfish, and cruel. At the time—don’t ask me how this is possible—I knew no dogs, and so the concept of peace, goodwill, and charity toward and entire species was alien to me. But it is no longer.

    Sure, I’ve run into several dogs I was wary of, and one or two whose annoying personal habits have put me off—incessant and annoying barking, or an obsession with the human knee—but by and large my major impulse, when I see a dog, is to stop whatever I’m doing and say hello. I hesitate to write about this because it makes me seen like the sort of sentimentalist who goes all weepy at the sight of painted puppies and kitties with eyes the size of dinner plates, and this is emphatically not the case. I don’t feel all weak nad fuzzy inside when I see a dog; I feel, rather, exhilarated and interested, braced, ready for the world to take on new colorations and possibilities. Dogs, with their nose-to-the-ground, tail-wagging eagerness, their let-me-at-that-squirrel enthusiasm, remind me that what might on some days seem routine or dreary is only that way if you refuse to see the world at each moment with new eyes.

    I could not tell you how many times our small pack has made its way across the fenced acre we have for them—enough times, anyway, for them to know each blade of grass intimately. And yet, every morning when they charge out the back door and into the field, it’s with the wide-eyed amazement of Cortez on a peak in Darien. What new wonder waits in store? What new outrage? Which other animals have left their scents and scat? Have the farmers momentarily deserted a piece of bizarre-looking and totally terrifying machinery the pack wants to flee from but will nevertheless bark at bravely as it stands its ground? Are the cows standing moon-faced and foreign, great impressionist splotches of black and white begging to be harried? What new rodents can be unearthed? What new cats scared up a tree?

    . . .When all five dogs are together in a room, the resulting tumult, the conflicting desires, the vocalizations, can get a bit daunting. Minnie will want a bit of solitude, while Gabrielle will believe that not heard is not seen; Pippin will be inflicting upon Gabrielle her insatiable interest, white Chance might well raise his muzzle and croon. And over it all, Pittsburgh will canter, regal and a bit anxious, hoping for a chewie. It’s at moment like this that I catch myself, fierce believer in regulating the number of one’s offspring as I am, understanding those parents who find themselves having just one more child, and then on beyond that. I remind myself that if I didn’t have these dogs, that all but one of them came because someone else abandoned them. Sure, the costs and difficulties multiply, but so does the joy.

    I know that I am preaching to the converted here, but nevertheless . . .I still believe I was right as a child to distrust Will Roger’s naïve faith in humankind, and I still believe my current parallel faith in dogs is not misfounded. Much has been written about the loyalty of dogs, but what I love about them isn’t their devotion to me so much as their devotion to being alive. I love their open hearted willingness to take the world on its own terms. Let me at it, they say; sock it to me. Here I come, ready or not. Let the games begin.

    How to Read Your Dog
    By Danny Shanahan

    (You might recognize this name because it has appeared in the New Yorker magazine for more that fifteen years. Danny Shanahan has been a contributor and cover artist, and his cartoons have been collected in volumes entitled, Lassie, Get Help and the children’s book, Buckledown the Workhound. In this humorous essay, he gives you his own slant on how to interpret dogs by anyalyzing three categories: how a dog looks, what a dog says and what a dog does. This excerpt below gives you an idea of his unique interpretation of dog behavior.)

    The Head Cock

    To assume that dogs who cock their heads are simply listening is a half-truth; to assume they’re trying to hear and understand us is something worse. Dogs who cock their heads are engaged in a fierce inner struggle—not merely to comprehend, but to also remain calm and respectful. Were it not for the act of tilting their mugs in mock concentration (usually biting their tongues or the inside of their cheeks as well), they would run the potentially embarrassing risk of laughing—loud, long, uncontrollably—at nearly everything we say to them.

    The Short Yip

    The short Yip, or Yap, is the “aloha” of the canine language. Depending on the breed, sex, situation, or mood of the dog in question, it can mean “hello” or “good-bye,” “yes” or “no,” “say what?” or “muzzle it!” It’s frequently used to show annoyance or impatience, and can be when repeated in an incessant, mind-numbing, machine-gun mantra, extremely effective in driving off burglars, evil spirits, psychoanalysts, and children selling candy bars or magazines.

    Riding With the Head Out the Window

    Dogs have long endured a shaky, distrustful relationship with cars. A loved one carried off, a trip to the vet, motion sickness, even the specter of sudden death—these are onoy a few of the memories that contribute to a deep unease in or around automobiles. Any dog who enjoys riding in a care is, in fact, a consummate actor. With his head out the window, he can fill his gray wooly with wind and distractions. Perhaps he’ll pretend he’s a jet or a chickadee. He can count men with ponytails, or women in black tights. With his feet off the ground and his tongue hanging out, he’s moving full-speed ahead, not sure of where he’s going, or whether he’ll get there at all. He needs to count people—he’s dangerously close to becoming a person himself.

  • 10/15/2004 6:25 PM | Anonymous

    The following passage was taken from Travels with Charley, in Search of America, 1962, written by John Steinbeck. Charley was the name of Steinbeck’s dog, who accompanied him on his travels across America. Nobel and Pulizer Prize winning author, Steinbeck also wrote Grapes of Wrath, East of Eden, Tortilla Flat, The Red Pony and Of Mice and Men,among others.

    Charley likes to get up early, and he like me to get up early too. And why shouldn’t he? Right after his breakfast he goes back to sleep. Over the years he has developed a number of innocent-appearing ways to get me up. He can shake himself and his collar loud enough to wake the dead. If that doesn’t work he gets a sneezing fit. But perhaps the most irritating method is to sit quietly beside the bed and stare into my face with a sweet and forgiving look on his face; I come out of a deep sleep with the feeling of being looked at. But I have learned to keep my eyes tight shut. If I even blink he sneezes and stretches, and the night’s sleep is over for me. Often the war of wills goes on for quite a time, I squinching my eyes shut and he forgiving me, but he nearly always wins. He liked traveling so much he wanted to get started early, and early for Charley is the first tempering of darkness with the dawn.

    Inscription on a Monument
    Senator George Graham Vest
    (Senator Vest (1830 -1904) was a Democrat from Missouri, who served in the Senate from 1879 to 1903. Senator Vest’s dog was killed by a neighbor. Below is a record of Senator’s statement to the court which considered the offence in 1870.)

    Gentlemen of the Jury: The best friend a man has in this world may turn against him and become his enemy. His son or daughter that he has reared with loving care may prove ungrateful. Those who are nearest and dearest to us, those whom we trust with our happiness and our good name, may become traitors to their faith. The money that a man has he may lose. It flies away from him, perhaps when he needs it the most. A man’s reputation may be sacrificed in a moment of ill-considered action. The people who are prone to fall on their knees to do us honour when success is with us may be the first to throw the stone of malice when failure settles its cloud upon our heads. The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him and the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog.

    Gentlemen of the Jury, a man’s dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sicknss. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintery winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master’s side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens. If fortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege that that of accompanying him to guard against dangers, to fight his enemies, and when the last scene all comes, and death takes the master in his embrace and his body is laid away in the cold ground, there by his graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true even to death.

  • 09/18/2004 6:25 PM | Anonymous

    The Borough,
    by George Crabbe

    With eye uprais’d, his master’s looks to scan,
    The joy, the solace, and the aid of man;
    The rich man’s guardian, and the poor man’s friend,
    The only being faithful to the end.

    “My Dumb Friends”
    by Ralph Wotherspoon

    My home is a haven for one who enjoys
    The clamour of children and ear-splitting noise
    From a number of dogs who are alawys about,
    And who want to come in and, once in, to go out.
    Whenever I settle to read by the fire,
    Some dog will develop an urge to retire,
    And I’, constantly opening and shutting the door
    For a dog to depart or, as mentioned before,
    For a dog to arrive, who politely admitted,
    Will make a bee-line for the chair I’ve just quitted.
    Our friends may be dumb. but my house is a riot,
    Where I cannot sit still and can never be quiet.

    by Harold Monro

    O little friend, your nose is ready; you sniff,
    Asking for that expected walk,
    (Your nostrils full of the happy rabbit-whiff)
    And almost talk.

    As so the moment becomes a moving force;
    Coats glide down from their pegs in the humble dark;

    You scamper the stairs,
    Your body informed with the scent and the track and the mark
    Of stoats and weasels, moles and badgers and hares.

    We are going OUT. You know the pitch of the word.
    Probing the tone of thought as it comes through fog
    And reaches by devious means (half-smelt, half-heard)
    The four-legged brain of a walk-ecstatic dog.

    OUT through the garden your head is already low.
    You are going your walk, you know,
    And your limbs will draw
    Joy from the earth through the touch of your padded paw.

    Now, sending a little look to us behind,
    Who follow slowly the track of your lovely play,
    You fetch our bodies forward away from mind
    Into light nad fun of your useless day.

    Thus, for our walk, we took ourselves, and went
    Out by the hedge, and tree, to the open ground.
    You ranm in delightful strata of wafted scent,
    Over the hill without seeing the view;
    Beauty is hinted through primitive smells to you:
    And that ultimate Beauty you track is but rarely found.

    Home . . .and further joy will be waiting there:
    Supper full of the taste of bone.
    You lift up your nose again, and sniff, and stare
    For the rapture known

    Of the quick wild gorge of food, then the still lie-down;
    While your people will talk above you in the light
    Of candles, and your dreams will merge and drown
    Into the bed-delicious hours of night.

  • 08/30/2004 6:26 PM | Anonymous

    Thoughts on Judging and Exhibiting

    (The following excerpts were taken from a number of sources, however, they all have a central theme.)

    Excerpt below taken from, “Bobby’s Main Vice was Orgies”
    by Terence Brady

    The more I see of dogs shows, the less I like people. I’m not talking Cruft’s here. I’m talking local. And rural. And small. They can be quite unnerving experiences as I discovered. I was invited to adjudicate in “The-Dog-You’d-Most-Like-To-Take-Home-With-You” class recently at one of our friendly neighbourhood canine expos, and accepted. Shows just how wrong you can be. I got savaged.

    And not by a dog either. Nor by an owner. By several owners. All the proud proprietors of Dogs-You’d-Most-Like-To-Take-Home-With You. And they weren’t kidding. Two middle-aged ladies of indeterminate sex, who are usually to be found arranging the flowers in the Church, gave me a public and extremely abusive dressing down for passing over their most unappealing pub. A hitherto quite amenable ex-military gentleman now blantantly turns his back on me in the snug of The Mason’s Codpiece the moment I have bought him his gin and tonic for ignoring his rickety and foul-breathed whippet.

    Worst of all, I receive regular anonymous hate mail from the little old lady down the road in the Thistle Cottage who looks like Mrs. Tiggywinkle. I know the letters are from her because she signs them Yours anonymously, Miss Ada Woolridge, Thistle Cottage. Apparently she will never forgive me till her dying day for failing to call into the final line-up her aging and toothless dachshund who rumour unkindly has it is in fact not a dog at all but a stoat.

    But as anyone who has ever adjudicated knows only too well, the business of amateur arbitration more often than not veers inevitably towards the subjective. And the fact that I gave the Blue Ribbon in the class to the lookalike of my own first and beloved of canine companions, a sort of sheepdog thing, all hair, George Robey eyebrows, size ten and a half paws, and straight off the Walt Disney drawing board, should come as no great surprise to anyone.

    Excerpt below taken from Bulldogdom, 1919
    by A. G. Sturgeon

    There is an old axiom. “An exhibitor’s business is to hide his dog’s faults and a judge’s to find them,” but do not infer from that saying anyone is entitled to fake his dog. There is just an ordinary ring-craft sense required, and if the dog being shown has a particular fault, the exhibitor will learn in time to make so much of the dog’s good qualities that the fault in question is more or less lost sight of by the judge.

    If the exhibitor is a sportsman there is no need for me to dwell on the advice, “Keep smiling – win or lose.” But unfortunately there is a class of exhibitor whose idea of dog-showing is covered by the words, ” Wine, tie or wrangle,” and to such people there is only one course suggested, which is, either change their methods or keep out altogether. This class of exhibitor, unless placed at the top, either rags the judge openly or crawls round the show hinting at all sorts of low down ulterior motives.

    If an exhibitor cannot both win and lose decently, his place is at home. To shy one’s hat in the air and behave otherwise like an exhuberant puppy with a bone, when one wins, and to give way to pettish temperment with malious mouthings when one loses, is to declare one’s-self absolutely outside the pale in any sport.

    Excerpt below taken from Me and My Dogs, 1933
    by Lady Kitty Ritson

    Then I had to make tracks for New York, where I was judging Alsatians at the Westminster show.

    I found to my horror that I was scheduled to begin at eight o’clock in the evening, a moment when I am generally thinking of my bed. This was the second time in my life that I have been really frightened in the show-ring, when I stood there really quite alone in a huge ring with hundreds of seats around, many of them filled with women in furs and wearing diamonds. Somebody kindly gave me a clap, and then everybody clapped – a friendly demonstration towards a shivering stranger which did do quite a bit towards heartening me.

    That is a magnificent show, and the organization is wonderful. The dogs are kept below and brought upstairs for their classes when wanted by means of telephone messages. The rings are scrupulously clean and there is hardly any noise. I have judged three times in America, once at the “Garden” (Westminster) and twice at Mrs. Dodge’s show, the Morris and Essex. The latter is a fairyland show, held in May, out of doors, in blazing sunshine on a ground which is bright with flags and coloured chairs. Last time there was an entry of 2,000 individual dogs, and a “gate” of 25,000 people.

    But to return to the New York show. I was inwardly shaking with the fright in that great ring, until I had looked over the first puppy dog, and then I was only interested. If you know your job you haven’t time to be frightened, and you can say that you know your job without being conceited. You may judge well or badly, but you can still know your job. At the end of the day you are fully cognisant of whether you have just judged “according to Cocker” or whether you have been blessed with that wonderful spirit of inspiration which every judge sometimes gets.

    I enjoyed myself that evening, and I was looking fowards to doing the bitches the next day (“the females,” as most people in America call them, or “the matrons”). They still fight a bit shy of that controversial word “bitch.”

    Classes in America are rather different from England, as at the very end of all things is a supreme class entitled “Not For Competition in the Classes” where the champions all parade. This provides intense excitement all round. So far, a little bitch had carried everything before her. She had won her classes, she was “Best of Winners’ and now she was to meet all the giants in keen combat.

    Dear little “Lola,” I shall never forget her with her lovely feminine outline, and her perfect dignity. It was chock-a-block with well-known German imported champions, many of them old friends that I knew well. Amongst them, the celebrated “Utz v. Hauschutting,” a dog who was supposed to be the marvel of the age, and the latest German Grand Champion.

    I paraded them round, I gazed at them, I weighed them up, and then I looked again at Lola- Lola so sound, so quiet, so typical, with none of the exaggerations which have ruined the breed. I walked forward and gave her handler, Simpson, the coveted purple and gold ribbon. Little Lola had beaten all the champions, and beaten them rightly.

  • 08/07/2004 6:26 PM | Anonymous

    (The excerpt below was taken from a personal short story written by Michelle Hunever. Ms.Hunever is a novelist, as well as a restaurant critic for a local newspaper. Her novels include, Jamesland and Round Rock. This story, entitled, “Lala the Loot” is about her dog, Lala.)

    We were happy in Atwater except for one thing. One major thing. We had a crazy next-door neighbor, a woman who had repeatedly been charged with being a “neighborhood nuisance.” Therese was in her late seventies and surely mentally ill; she was filled with hatreds, resentments, and frustrations–and that’s putting her pathology nicely. All my neighbors warned me about her. She called the authorities about everything, real and imagined, any infringement, no matter how small. When people, having forgotten something, pulled back in their driveways and ran into their houses, she called parking enforcement if they blocked the sidewalk. If a car was parked in one spot for over the seventy-two-hour limit, or with a bumper in the red zone, or more than eighteen inches from the curb, she call to have them ticketed.

    Therese must have had a list of every petty authority and enforcer in Los Angeles County. She called the county agriculture inspector many times about my garden — when I mulched my roses with straw,(she believed mice live in straw and therefore, the day I mulched, called and told the inspector I had an infestation of vermin); and when I fertilized with steer manure (she said I’d strewn excrement on the premises). When I first moved in, she phoned my landlord every time I had a house guest or a visiting dog, and told him I had a new roomate and/or a new pet. He didn’t care, and began hanging up on her. Everyone in the neighborhood avoided and ignored her as much as possible.

    Except Lala, who was happy to see old Therese as she was to see almost anybody. Also despite my endless requests to the contrary, Therese constantly fed Lala table scraps. Lala was perhaps the only living creature who ever exhibited even the slightest pleasure at the sight of this bitter, vindictive old woman. (Theres’s own husband, a timid man, would sometimes raise his voice in unmistakable agony, “Therese, you are am evil, evil person,” an assessment with which we neighbors, wincing in sympathy, unanimously agreed.) Lal had more compassion and humanity – and a greater love of table scraps –than all of us combined.

    One chilly Sunday afternoon, I was watching videos in bed with my boyfriend. We were watching Prime Suspect miniseries, one episode after the other. The only problem was that the phone kept ringing. And it was never anyone I wanted to talk to more than I wanted to watch Helen Miren solve crimes. Finally, after someone called to ask how to make pot roast, my boyfriend said, “Don’t answer it anymore, okay?”

    Lala was in and out of the house at her whim, sometimes joining us on the bed, sometimes patrolling the yard. The phone rang several times over the period of an hour. “God you get a lot of calls on a Sunday,” said my boyfriend.

    Then someone was pounding on the door. I jumped up, pulled on a robe, and answered the door. It was Therese, with her weary, sagging face and hideoulsy swollen legs. She was eighty by then and nearer the end of her life . . .It must have been and enormous effort for her to walk all the way down my driveway. She’d been banging the door with her aluminum canes.

    “A man stole Lala,” she said. “I’ve been trying to call you. He just opened the gate and stepped in and picked her up. He had white hair and a white mustache and a whole bouquet of white flowers. He probably stole those too,” she said.

    My boyfriend and I moved into action. Dressed. Grabbed cell phones. We were so steeped in Prime Suspect, it seemed as if we were setting off into our own crime drama episode.

    . . . We found our prime subject sitting on a cinder-block wall at the Foster’s. “Where’s my dog?” I asked him.

    “Your dog? I haven’t seen your dog.” he said. And then, in the long grass behind him, I saw a familiar black-tipped tail. When he saw me spot her, he said, “I tried to call you and tell you I found her lost in the street.” . . .

    And thus Lal was restored to me, again through the agency of a public enemy. We laughed about it–the high drama, the solving of a crime– but I was also keenly aware that it could have turned out very badly indeed.

    I had almost sixteen happy years with Lala. As with many dogs, she was a study in unconditional love, but in her case, it was unconditional love of the most extroverted and expressive variety. She could beguile and charm even the worst of human beings, and somehow make them behave admirably on her behalf. She forced me to see the faintest spark of goodness in people. She made it impossible for me to thoroughly despise some of the most feared and disliked citizens in my community, for she brought out the best in them, brought out whatever trace of affection and responsibility slumbered within them . . .

    Ah, Lala. You were a better human than I –except when it came to other dogs.

  • 07/21/2004 6:27 PM | Anonymous

    Cleo for Short

    (The excerpt taken from “Cleo for Short,” recounts Brooks Atkinson’s relationship with his dog Cleo. Justin Brooks Atkinson, 1894–1984, was an American journalist and an editor for the New York Times. He became its drama critic in 1925 and held that position until 1960. Atkinson’s books include Henry Thoreau, the Cosmic Yankee (1927), Broadway Scrapbook (1947), and Broadway (1970). An ardent naturalist and conservationist, he wrote This Bright Land: A Personal View (1972).)

    “Like man, like dog,” was her motto. Her determination not to be discriminated against amounted to an obsession. She insisted on being in the bedroom when we slept and in the dining room when we ate. If we went swimming, so did she, ruining peaceful enjoyment. If we shut her in the next room when friends dropped in for an evening she threw herself impatiently against the door until, for the sake of quiet, we released her. Fair enough: that was all she wanted. After politely greeting every guest in turn she would then lie quietly in a corner. “You’re a pest,” I used to say, generally patting her at the same time. “Go and read a good book,” my wife would say with vexation. “What this dog needs is discipline,” my mother used to say with tolerant disapproval. To be candid about it, the discipline was easy. Excepting for the essentials, there was none. Cleo could be trusted to do nothing treacherous or mean. . .

    . . . She stood well and held her tail primly. Her vanity was one of the most disarming things about her. Praise her mawkishly and she fairly melted with gratitude. She was an insufferable poseur. When I came home from work late at night and lounged a few moments before going to bed, she would sit up erect on the couch, throw out her chest grandly, and draw her breath in short gasps to attract attention. When everyone in the room was praising her–although with tongue in cheek–she would alternate the profile with the full face to display all her glory. “The duchess,” we used to call her when she was posing regally in the back seat of the open car. But she was no fool. She knew just how much irony we were mixing with the praise and she did not like to be laughed at. If she felt that the laughter was against her, she would crowd herself into a corner some distance away and stare at us with polite disapproval.

    Not that my regard for her was based exclusively on her beauty and amusing personality. She had more than that to contribute; she had a positive value in the sphere of human relations. To give Cleo the proper exercise and a little fun, it was necessary to find a place where she could run. . .

    On Saturdays and Sundays we explored deeper territory down to the Battery and around South Street, where barges tie up for the winter, or across the river to Hoboken, where ocean vessels dock. When Cleo trotted ahead as a sign of friendly intentions, I discovered that even in these distant quarters I, too, was cordially received, and we had great times together. On weekends we were thus in close touch with important affairs. Hardly a ship could dock or sail without our assistance. Sometimes when we were off our regular beat a tugboat we knew would toot us a greeting as she steamed by. “Hello, Cleo,” the skipper would bellow pleasantly from the wheelhouse. A man, as well as a dog, could hold up his head on an occasion like that. Thus Cleo opened up a new life for me, and it was vastly enjoyable for both of us.

    There is no moral to be drawn from this tale of Cleo. Although the misanthrope says that the more he sees of man the better he likes dogs, the circumstances are unequal. If Cleo never did a mean thing in her life, there was no reason why she should. Her requirements in life were simple and continuously fulfilled. She was as secure as any dog could be. But men live insecure lives; food and shelter are necessities they work for with considerable anxiety. In a complicated existence, which cannot be wholly understood, they have to use not only their instincts but their minds, and make frequent decisions. They have to acquire knowledge by persistent industry. Their family associations are not casual, but based on standards of permanence that result in an elaborate system of responsibilities. It takes varying degrees of heroism to meet all these problems squarely and live a noble life. Living a life honorable in an adult world is not a passive but a creative job.

    For Cleo it was much simpler. As far as I could see, there was nothing creative about it. The food was good; it appeared in the kitchen on time. The house was warm, dry, and comfortable. Her winter and summer clothes came without effort. Her associations were agreeable, including three dogs–all male–of whom she was especially fond. It was easy to maintain a sunny disposition in circumstances like that. But it would be unfair to deny Cleo her personal sweetness and patience. Whether her life was simple or not, she did represent a standard of good conduct. Her instincts were fine. She was loyal and forgiving. She loved everyone in the home. Beyond that, she was joyous and beautiful and a constant symbol of happiness. Although she obviously emulated us, sometimes I wonder. Shouldn’t I have emulated her?

  • 07/06/2004 6:27 PM | Anonymous

    (Albert Payson Terhune was born in Newark, New Jersey in 1872. His family lived in Europe, Springfield, MA and Brooklyn, NY, but it was their summer home in Pompton Lakes, NJ that became famous.

    Terhune’s home, Sunnybank, became the setting for most of his books on dogs. Terhune wrote for newspapers, magazines and published over fifty-five books, primarily on his dogs at Sunnybank. One book published in 1919 entitled, Lad, A Dog, is still in print. Although he wrote about his collies, his books talk to all people who own dogs.

    Albert Terhune died in 1942. Much of the land once constituting Sunnybank was lost to developers in the 1960′s and the house was demolished in 1969. However, through the efforts of Terhune fans and dog fanciers, the central 9.6 acres was preserved and is now Terhune Sunnybank Memorial Park, administered by the Wayne Township Parks Department.

    The passage below is taken from, “Some Sunnybank Dogs.”)

    Of all my countless ignorances of dog nature, the densest is his yearning to be near his master or mistress.

    I don’t know why my collies will leave their dozing in front of the living-room hearth for the privilege of following me out into a torrent of winter rain. They hate rain.

    I don’t know why all folk’s dogs risk gladly a scolding by breaking out of a room or a kennel into which they have been shut, and galloping down the street or over the field to catch up with the master who purposely had left them behind.

    Today (for another and non-thrilling instance) I am writing at my hammock desk, a hundred yards or more from the house, Seven dogs are with me. It is a cool, brilliant afternoon; just the weather for a romp. The lawns and the woods and the lake all offer allurement to my collies.

    What are the seven doing? Each and every one of them is lounging on the ground, close to the hammock.

    Even the crippled and ancient Sandy (Sunnybank Sandstorm) has left the veranda mat where he was so comfortable. To him all movement nowadays is a source of more or less keen discomfort. Yet he limped painfully down the six steps from the veranda to the driveway, and came slowy over to me, as soon as he found I was here; stretching himself at my feet, on bumpy ground much less comfortable than his porch bed. And here for the past two hours he has been drowsing with the others.

    Why? I don’t know. There must be some mysterious lure in the presence of their human gods which gives dogs that silly yearning to stay at their sides; rather than to do more amusing and interesting things.

    When I chance to go from the house toward the stables, a cloud of the white doves of Sunnybank fly to meet me and to escort me in winnowing flight to my destination. There is no mystery about this semblance of devotion. They know their food box is in a shed there.

    The same cause was assignable to the welcoming whinnies of my horses ( when I still kept horses) that greeted me as I passed in through the sable doors in the early morning.

    It is the same with the goldfish, when a hundred of them converge in fiery streams to where I halt at the curb of the wide lily pool; and when they wriggle fearlessly in and out among my dabbling fingers. They know – or hope – I am there to feed them.

    No, none of those phenomena holds a single half-grain of mystery, any more than does human fawning on a rich relative. But the dogs – mine and everyone’s – stick around where we are and go where we go, through no graft motive at all.

    They are absurd enough to want to be with us, and with no hope of reward. That is an impluse I have sought hard and vainly to explain to myself.

<< First  < Prev   1   2   Next >  Last >> 


Online purchases of Kerry related items like cards, pictures and books are made easy in our shop.

Shop Now

Show your Support

Support your favorite Kerry cause with a contribution to Rescue, Health & Genetics and Education.

Make a Donation

Powered by Wild Apricot Membership Software