Before　the　end　of　this　seventy…two…hour　period；　Bruce　had　grown
  to　loathe　the　sight　and　scent　of　chicken。　Stupid　as　he　was；　he
  learned　this　lesson　with　absolute　thoroughness；as　will　almost
  any　chicken…killing　pup；and　it　seemed　to　be　the　only　teaching
  that　his　unawakened　young　brain　had　the　power　to　grasp。
  In　looks；　too；　Bruce　was　a　failure。　His　yellowish…and…white　body
  was　all　but　shapeless。　His　coat　was　thick　and　heavy　enough；　but
  it　showed　a　tendency　to　curlalmost　to　kinkinstead　of　waving
  crisply；　as　a　collie's　ought。　The　head　was　coarse　and　blurred　in
  line。　The　body　was　gaunt；　in　spite　of　its　incessant　feedings。　As
  for　contour　or　style
  It　was　when　the　Master；　in　disgust；　pointed　out　these　diverse
  failings　of　the　pup；　that　the　Mistress　was　wont　to　draw　on
  historic　precedent　for　other　instances　of　slow　development；　and
  to　take　in　vain　the　names　of　Thackeray；　Lincoln；　Washington　and
  Bismarck　and　the　rest。
  〃Give　him　time！〃　she　urged　once。　〃He　isn't　quite　six　months　old
  yet；　and　he　has　grown　so　terribly　fast。　Why；　he's　over　two　feet
  tall；　at　the　shoulder；　even　nowmuch　bigger　than　most　full…grown
  collies。　Champion　Howgill　Rival　is　spoken　of　as　a　'big'　dog；　yet
  he　is　only　twenty…four　inches　at　the　shoulder；　Mr。　Leighton　says。
  Surely　it's　something　to　own　a　dog　that　is　so　big。〃
  〃It　IS　'something；'〃　gloomily　conceded　the　Master。　〃In　our　case
  it　is　a　catastrophe。　I　don't　set　up　to　be　an　expert　judge　of
  collies；　so　maybe　I　am　all　wrong　about　him。　I'm　going　to　get
  professional　opinion；　though。　Next　week　they　are　going　to　have
  the　spring　dogshow　at　Hampton。　It's　a　little　hole…in…a…corner
  show；　of　course。　But　Symonds　is　to　be　the　all…around　judge；
  except　for　the　toy　breeds。　And　Symonds　knows　collies；　from　the
  ground　up。　I　am　going　to　take　Bruce　over　there　and　enter　him　for
  the　puppy　class。　If　he　is　any　good；　Symonds　will　know　it。　If　the
  dog　is　as　worthless　as　I　think　he　is；　I'll　get　rid　of　him。　If
  Symonds　gives　any　hope　for　him；　I'll　keep　him　on　a　while　longer。〃
  〃But；〃　ventured　the　Mistress；　〃if　Symonds　says　'Thumbs　down；'
  then〃
  〃Then　I'll　buy　a　pet　armadillo　or　an　ornithorhynchus　instead；〃
  threatened　the　Master。　〃Either　of　them　will　look　more　like　a
  collie　than　Bruce　does。〃
  〃II　wonder　if　Mr。　Symonds　smokes；〃　mused　the　Mistress　under　her
  breath。
  〃Smokes？〃　echoed　the　Master。　〃What's　that　got　to　do　with　it？〃
  〃I　was　only　wondering；〃　she　made　hesitant　answer；　〃if　a　box　of
  very　wonderful　cigars；　sent　to　him　with　our　cards；　mightn't
  perhaps〃
  〃It's　a　fine　sportsmanly　proposition！〃　laughed　the　Master。　〃When
  women　get　to　ruling　the　world　of　sport；　there'll　be　no　need　of
  comic　cartoons。　Genuine　photographs　will　do　as　well。　If　it's　just
  the　same　to　you；　dear　girl；　we'll　let　Symonds　buy　his　own　cigars；
  for　the　present。　The　dog…show　game　is　almost　the　only　one　I　know
  of　where　a　judge　is　practically　always　on　the　square。　People
  doubt　his　judgment；　sometimes；　but　there　is　practically　never　any
  doubt　of　his　honesty。　Besides；　we　want　to　get　the　exact　dope　on
  Bruce。　（Not　that　I　haven't　got　it；　already！）　If　Symonds　'gates'
  him；　I'm　going　to　offer　him　for　sale　at　the　show。　If　nobody　buys
  him　there；　I'm　going〃
  〃He　hasn't　been　'gated'　yet；〃　answered　the　Mistress　in　calm
  confidence。
  At　the　little　spring　show；　at　Hampton；　a　meager　eighty　dogs　were
  exhibited；　of　which　only　nine　were　collies。　This　collie　division
  contained　no　specimens　to　startle　the　dog…world。　Most　of　the
  exhibits　were　pets。　And　like　nearly　all　pets；　they　were
  〃seconds〃in　other　words；　the　less　desirable　dogs　of
  thoroughbred　litters。
  Hampton's　town　hall　auditorium　was　filled　to　overcrowding；　with　a
  mass　of　visitors　who　paraded　interestedly　along　the　aisles
  between　the　raised　rows　of　stall…like　benches　where　the　dogs　were
  tied；　or　who　grouped　densely　around　all　four　sides　of　the　roped
  judging…ring　in　the　center　of　the　hall。
  For　a　dogshow　has　a　wel…nigh　universal　appeal　to　humanity　at
  large；　even　as　the　love　for　dogs　is　one　of　the　primal　and　firm…
  rooted　human　emotions。　Not　only　the　actual　exhibitor　and　their
  countless　friends　flock　to　such　shows；　but　the　public　at　large　is
  drawn　thither　as　to　no　other　function　of　the　kind。
  Horse…racing；　it　is　true；　brings　out　a　crowd　many　times　larger
  than　does　a　dogshow。　But　only　because　of　the　thrill　of　winning　or
  losing　money。　For　where　one's　spare　cash　is；　there　is　his　heart
  and　his　all…absorbing　interest。　Yet　it　is　a　matter　of　record　that
  grass　is　growing　high；　on　the　race…tracks；　in　such　states　as　have
  been　able　to　enforce　the　anti…betting　laws。　The　〃sport　of　kings〃
  flourishes　only　where　wagers　may　accompany　it。　Remove　the　betting
  element；　and　you　turn　your　racetrack　into　a　huge　and　untrodden
  lot。
  There　is　practically　no　betting　connected　with　any　dogshow。
  People　go　there　to　see　the　dogs　and　to　watch　their　judging；　and
  for　nothing　else。　As　a　rule；　the　show　is　not　even　a　social　event。
  Nevertheless；　the　average　dogshow　is　thronged　with　spectators。
  （Try　to　cross　Madison　Square　Garden；　on　Washington's　Birthday
  afternoon；　while　the　Westminster　Kennel　Club's　Show　is　in
  progress。　If　you　can　work　your　way　through　the　press　of　visitors
  in　less　than　half　an　hour；　then　Nature　intended　you　for　a
  football　champion。）
  The　fortunate　absence　of　a　betting…interest　alone　keeps　such
  affairs　from　becoming　among　the　foremost　sporting　features　of　the
  world。　Many　of　the　dogs　on　view　are　fools；　of　course。　Because
  many　of　them　have　been　bred　solely　with　a　view　to　show…points。
  And　their　owners　and　handlers　have　done　nothing　to　awaken　in
  their　exhibits　the　half…human　brain　and　heart　that　is　a　dog's
  heritage。　All　has　been　sacrificed　to　〃points〃to　points　which
  are　arbitrary　and　which　change　as　freakily　as　do　fashions　in
  dress。
  For　example；　a　few　years　ago；　a　financial　giant　collected　and
  exhibited　one　of　the　finest　bunches　of　collies　on　earth。　He　had　a
  competent　manager　and　an　army　of　kennel…men　to　handle　them。　He
  took　inordinate　pride　in　these　priceless　collies　of　his。　Once　I
  watched　him；　at　the　Garden　Show；　displaying　them　to　some　Wall
  Street　friends。　Three　times　he　made　errors　in　naming　his　dogs。
  Once；　when　he　leaned　too　close　to　the　star　collie　of　his　kennels；
  the　dog　mistook　him　for　a　stranger　and　resented　the　intrusion　by
  snapping　at　him。　He　did　not　know　his　own　pets；　one　from　another。
  And　they　did　not　know　their　owner；　by　sight　or　by　scent。
  At　the　small　shows；　there　is　an　atmosphere　wholly　different。　Few
  of　the　big　breeders　bother　to　compete　at　such　contests。　The　dogs
  are　for　the　most　part　pets；　for　which　their　owners　feel　a　keen
  personal　affection；　and　which　have　been　brought　up　as　members　of
  their　masters'　households。　Thus；　if　small　shows　seldom　bring
  forth　a　world…beating　dog；　they　at　least　are　full　of　clever　and
  humanized　exhibits　and　of　men　and　women　to　whom　the　success　or
  failure　of　their　canine　friends　is　a　matter　of　intensest　personal
  moment。　Wherefore　the　small　show　often　gives　the　beholder
  something　he　can　find　but　rarely　in　a　larger　exhibition。
  A　few　dogs　genuinely　enjoy　showsor　are　supposed　to。　To　many
  others　a　dogshow　is　a　horror。
  Which　windy　digression　brings　us　back　by　prosy　degrees　to　Bruce
  and　to　the　Hampton　dogshow。
  The　collies　were　the　first　breed　to　be　judged。　And　the　puppy
  class；　as　usual；　was　the　first　to　be　called　to　the　ring。
  There　were　but　three　collie　pups；　all　males。　One　was　a　rangy　tri…
  color　of　eleven　months；　with　a　fair　head　and　a　bad　coat。　The
  second　was　an　exquisite　six…months　puppy；　rich　of　coat；
  prematurely　perfect　of　head；　and　cowhocked。　These　two　and　Bruce
  formed　the　puppy　class　which　paraded　before　Symonds　in　the　oblong
  ring。
  〃Anyhow；〃　whispered　the　Mistress　as　the　Master　led　his　stolidly
  gigantic　entry　toward　the　enclosure；　〃Bruce　can't　get　worse　than
  a　third…prize　yellow　ribbon。　We　ought　to　be　a　little　proud　of
  that。　There　are　only　three　entries　in　his　class。〃
  But　even　that　bit　of　barren　pride　was　denied　the　awkward
  youngster's　sponsor。　As　the　three　pups　entered　the　enclosure。　the
  judge's　half…shut　eyes　rested　on　Bruceat　first　idly；　then　in
  real　amazement。　Crossing　to　the　Master；　before　giving　the　signal
  for　the　first　maneuvers；　he　said　in　tired　disgust
  〃Please　take　your　measly　St。　Bernard　monstrosity　out　of　the　ring。
  This　is　a　class　for　collies；　not　for　freaks。　I　refuse　to　judge
  that　pup　as　a　collie。〃
  〃He's　a　thoroughbred；〃　crossly　protested　the　Master。　〃I　have　his
  certified　pedigree。　There's　no　better　blood　in〃
  〃I　don't　care　what　his　ancestors　were；〃　snapped　the　judge。　〃He's
  a　throw…back　to　the　dinosaur　or　the　Great　Auk。　And　I　won't　judge
  him　as　a　collie。　Take　him　out　of　the　ring。　You're　delaying　the
  others。〃
  A　judge's　decision　is　final。　Red　with　angry　shame　and　suppressing
  an　unworthy　desire　to　kick　the　luckless　Bruce；　the　Master　led　the
  pup　back　to　his　allotted　bench。　Bruce　trotted　c