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Harold Of Groton

Eng. Am. Ch. Jaeva Matti Brown

Jake Of Down East

King's Prevention Jolly Roger

Lee's Sweet Briar

Eng. Ch. And Harry Of Titanium

Profile contributed by Eileen Needham, Titanium Kennels
Picture Pedigree

He was born on March 14th. 1977 to Nanfan Semble, owned by Dr. Tiplady who lived in Marlborough, Wiltshire, U.K. It was the only litter he ever bred, as Semble ("Bunty") was a family pet primarily. How lucky we were to find Harry. He was one of three red males, named by the family, Tom, Dick and Harry. We travelled to Wiltshire to look at the 7 week-old puppies and found two of them had already been sold, so we never saw them. To digress a little, we had a dog at home who was always fishing in our pond and always covered in pond weed. At the time the "Dirty Harry" films were popular here, and I said if I had another dog I would have to call him "Dirty Harry". Imagine how I felt when Mrs. Tiplady came into the kitchen with  a litle red pup, announcing , "This is Harry". He was going to be mine, whatever...
We decided to keep his name from the family, "And Harry" and we put our kennel name on the end. I never saw either of his brothers. They went to pet homes and were never shown.

Eventually, we owned Lowmita Wren's litter sister, Lowmita Linnet of Titanium, and bred her to Harry twice, having a dual CC winner in the first litter ( 2 males), and a CC winning bitch, Titanim Lily Tripper, from the second litter ( 1 male & 1 bitch). All his offspring were red.

When we bought Harry we owned one Norfolk bitch, a grand daughter of Nanfan Halleluia, and bred her to Harry when he was old enough.

Harry fitted in with our breeding plans perfectly, which is why we were first interested in his pedigree. If you are still interested, I could certainly write  a profile of Harry, and it is interesting that we have a nice male youngster just a year old this week who goes back to Harry several times in the fifth generation through different dogs.

Brownie

Parentage unknown
Story contributed by Frank Rogers

Mrs. Fagan had a beloved little bitch named Brownie, who was very sporting and especially good out shooting, where she was almost as good as a shooting dog, putting up game in rough stuff and roots, also picking up the birds with a lovely tender mouth. But oh! dear! there was a disaster. Brownie went everywhere with her mistress and one day accompanied her to a Newmarket July meeting. On the way home they stayed at a hotel ih London with a friend of Mrs. Fagan's who also had a Norwich terrier. They had intended to stay only one night, so that they could go to the theatre. The two dogs were left with Mrs. Fagan's friend's maid while they went out, with instructions to feed them and leave them together and then she could go out herself. On returning from the theatre they were met in the Hall of the hotel by a distracted maid ....the dogs had gone. Someone had opened the door of the room where they were shut in and the dogs had vanished. Two frantic owners wandered round Piccadilly and the nearby streets hoping to find them. The Police were informed and took all particulars and a good reward was offered for their recovery. The next day Mrs. Fagan and her friend returned to their homes in Warwickshire. Advertisements were put in the papers and, knowing that both dogs were wearing collars with their names and addreses, great hopes were felt that they would be recovered. After three days Mrs. Fagan's friend to her delight received a telegram from an unknown man saying that her dog had become tired of wandering and had followed him to his home. Mrs. Fagan had numerous answers to her advertisement and went on several wild goose chases to look at dogs not the least like Brownie. Her sister went daily to the Battersea Lost Dog's Home and Mrs. Fagain got a lot of help from the man in charge of the Animal Department at Harrods. One Sunday he took Mrs. Fagan to Club Row, where stolen dogs often turned up, though he was afraid Brownie might have got into the Vivisection Van. However, when he was given a description of Brownie's character, he said he felt sure that she must be trying to get back to Windsor, where Mrs. Fagan had been living. About three weeks later, when hope and nearly been abandoned, a letter arrived from a maid in Ealing, saying she had seen the advertisement in the Sunday paper, and was SURE the dog had been in their garden. She looked starved and had eaten the whole of her stockpot, but she had been unable to catch her. Off went Mrs. Fagan to a little villa on the outskirts of Ealing. The maid took her round the streets where she had seen Brownie on several occasions, but they had no luck, nd Mrs. Fagan returned to Windsor. The next morning she received another letter stating that the maid had met Brownie after she had left Mrs. Fagan at the station and felt sure she had been on her mistress's track. Back to the villa chased Mrs. Fagan, and she was kindly invited to stay the night and continue the search. In the evening she went to the Pblic gardens and was told by the Keeper, "Oh, yes, I am sure I saw your dog at lunchtime, some boys were stoning her". There was no trace of Brownie that evening, but next day they started the search again, and as a last resort, the maid said "You go through the gardens and I'll walk round the road outside, as I often see her there". Through the gardens went Mrs. Fagan, and as she came out on the main road, with trams going up and down, she saw a small terrified dog carreening as fast as she could up the road, whereupon she yelled, "Brownie!". The little dog stopped as if she had been shot, turned and leapt into her mistress's arms, who in her relief and joy burst into tears. The Keeper who saw what had happened could not keep the tears from his eyes any more than the maid could when she turned up. What had happened was that when Mrs. Fagan had gone into the gardens, the maid met Brownie in the road, had been unable to catch her and so had driven her round the garden in the hope that she would run into her mistress. Poor little dog, she smelt like a wild animal, and her collar had gone. It is thought that she had been stolen and had got away and had then tried to make her way to Windsor, as she was exactly half-way there from London. Never did anyone part with money more gladly than Mrs Fagan did to that maid.

From English breeder Eileen Needham of Titanium Norfolk: Jack Cooke’s strain, eventually producing, in 1929, "Horsted Mick". At about the same time Mr. W.E. West began his “Farndon” line with a bitch from Roughrider Jones and, in 1912, Mrs. Fagan also began with a bitch called Brownie whose dam, Flossie, red with a black back, was very game. Many famous names can be traced back to Brownie.

Eng. Am. Ch. Jaeva Matti Brown

By Eng. Ch. Crackshill Hardy out of Jaeva Bobby Sox
Profile by Barbara Miller
Picture Pedigree

Matti 7/27/83—died I believe at age 13.  Matti came to me from his English breeder Martin Phillips on loan for two years.  English Norwich breeder and judge, the late Pauline Ford, suggested Martin send Matti to me to earn his American championship with Susie Kipp as his handler.  I was a bit hesitant as Matti was black and tan factored and I prefer red Norfolk.  He was a well known stud dog and big time winner in the U.K. having gone Reserve to the Terrier Group winner at Crufts. He arrived on our shores at age five in the spring of 1987.  He quickly earned his championship taking his first national specialty under Ed Jenner at Montgomery that fall.  Matti had many virtues one being his perfect ear placement; point of the ear to the outside corner of his eye.  His muzzle was wide allowing for large teeth and good bite; unfortunately his bite began to go level as happens with a number of Norfolk as they age.  Matti was low to the ground with a good turn of stifle.  His topline never wavered as he went around the ring.  Susie Kipp found him an easy Norfolk to show because he just wanted to please his handler.  Both Matti and Crunch are behind Ch. Max-Well’s Whizard of Oz who is titled with eleven champions to her credit.  As large as our country is Norfolk breeders near and far bred to him as his English reputation preceded him. He was returned to Mr. Phillips as our verbal agreement stated at just under two years in the U.S.

From Marjorie Bunting: "He was only the second champion for a new kennel owned by Martin Phillips, which was founded on our (Ragus) breeding. He had all the points we wanted, plus quality, style, call it what you will, but that indefinable something that makes a good one exceptional."

Ch. King's Prevention Ahoy
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By Windover Torrent out of Nanfan Corricle
Profile by Anne Rogers Clark:

Because I did not realize that mouths had to be checked daily during teething on Norfolks-Bridget"s mouth came in just a slighty wry on her left side This did not keep her from finishing almost without defeat--and in strict competition. She finished at the National with my friend Damara Bolte showing her as we were in South America!!! Bridget was a perfect dog---too smart--a great companion--a great brood bitch and mother and we were devestated when we lost her from complications of C-Sections. There will never be another!!!! She was great in the field--and could point her head in the direction that the Geese were coming in--long before the Chesapeake's knew a thing!

King's Prevention Jolly Roger
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By Ch. Elve Pure Magic out of King's Prevention Belinda
Profile by Anne Rogers Clark:

Jolly Roger was a beautiful Drop Eared Norwich--that was what Norfolk were called in the days when we started out in the breed. He was proper size, proper make and shape, great ears. He was a rich black and tan with perfectly shaped and set jet black eyes. Lovely front and shoulder-level topline-super set on and carriage of tail. His worst fault was that he had one undecended testicle. Jim and I were very impressed with him and begged Constance to let us breed to him--which she finally agreed to--Thank God as he did great things for the breed. His male puppies were entire and and the testicle fault never turned up in later generations. The undecended testicle was very close to being in the correct place--had attention been paid to it as he was coming of age (by pulling it down several times a day) I am sure the fault could have been corrected. He was sound, a very correct mover and enjoyed a super outlook on life.

Ch. Max-Well's Cyclone
Picture Pedigree

By Ch. Max-Well's Weatherman out of Ch. Max-Well's My Thyme
Profile by Barbara Miller

Cyclone  4/26/97  Any good breeding program has a legacy, Cyclone has added to that legacy.  Sired by Ch. Max-Well’s Weatherman ( Storm) out of the bitch Ch. Max-Well’s My Thyme.  Thyme was sired by another outstanding Norfolk, CH. Hugo’s Prancer, leased by Miller for the purpose of including in a breeding program.  Prancer’s pedigree contained Nanfan breeding which proved to be useful.  Susie Kipp piloted Prancer to seven Best in Show whereby according to our agreement he was returned to his breeder in Texas and promptly sold to someone out of the country never to be heard from again.  He wasn’t with Max-Well long enough to produce many offspring but as luck would have it he sired Thyme.  And Thyme and Storm produced Cyclone who in turn sired twenty-five champions, if my count is correct, including his multiple Best in Show son, Ch. Max-Well’s Viper.  Cyclone will be thirteen this April but still holds his head high.  Like his sire he has a magnificent head piece, a slightly rounded skull with ears that fit the standard, V shaped and close to the cheek coming to the outer corner of the eye.  He is an alert dog using his ears bringing them forward at the slightest sound.  He follows the standard in size and shape, slightly off square and low on leg.  As his sire he excels in bone and passes it to his offspring.  Cyclone’s hindquarters were always his fortune in the show ring.  His well turned stifles and properly placed hocks allowed for his propulsion from the rear.  His elbows close to his ribs and in direct line under his withers made for a lovely front coming at you.  Even at this age his pads are thick and well rounded.  He was never an easy Norfolk to exhibit always wanting to race around the ring.  Susie Kipp, his handler, kept him in control and in top condition.  His red coat to this very day is profuse and when being shown was always in perfect condition.  Cyclone is a Norfolk who showed off his type earning him two group terrier placements at Westminster. 

Ch. Max-Well's Weatherman

By Eng. Am. Ch. Nanfan Culver out of Ch. Max-Well's Whizard Of Oz
Profile by Barbara Miller

Storm 12/12/92--5/28/08   His dam is the top brood bitch, in breed history, Ch. Max-Well’s Whizard of Oz and his sire another wonderful Norfolk, Ch. Nanfan Culver.  Whizard of Oz (Giggles) has three multiple Best in Show dogs in her pedigree plus a slew of well known English sires and dams; the most important being Eng. Ch. Nanfan Ninety.  Breeding her to Culver was a no brainer as this would bring together the Max-Well and Nanfan lines as never before. The result was Storm, a Norfolk I firmly feel epitomizes the best qualities a Norfolk could possess. In my opinion he was the essence of the breed.  The repeat breeding produced Ch. Max-Well’s Walk on By (Wicket) co-owners Marjorie and Jim McTernan, winner of twenty-five Bests and always exhibited by Larry Cornelius.  As a young pup I marveled at the strength of Storm’s hindquarter; he was a standout in his litter.  Observing a profile of Storm one could easily see the laid back of shoulder with elbows tucked firmly beneath his withers.  His excellent turn of stifle placed his hock well behind his tail set.  Being low on leg and slightly off square made for a pretty picture.  Storm’s head was hard to beat.  Ear placement was exact with good width of a slightly rounded top skull; eyes rimmed in black almost giving the appearance of mascara; his muzzle was wedge shaped allowing for a perfect scissor bite with large teeth for a small dog. He made your heart beat a bit faster as you watched him circle the Best in Show ring with Susie Kipp as his handler. He finished his career with twenty-three Bests and numerous Specialties along with his two group terrier placements at Westminster. If the stats are correct he sired thirty-five champions two of which are Best in Show dogs, Ch. Max-Well’s Blizzard and Ch. Max-Well’s Cyclone.  Storm appeared on stamps in foreign countries, in books, painted on Christmas decorations, he appeared on hand painted boxes, clothing, note cards and goodness knows what else; all without my knowledge but each time I found him reproduced somewhere I was proud.  In the whelping box he produced wonderful Norfolk; one being his son, Cyclone.   He was no ordinary Norfolk; he was a standout, completely his own man in a perfect red jacket.

MUFF AND PUFF
(Contributed by Frank Rogers)

(probably written by Sylvia Warren)
Muff and Puff both lived with their owner Miss Sylvia Warren in Massachusetts. Muff was an inveterate sportswoman, all game was worth chasing and catching when possible, rats and rabbits, squirrels and woodchuck, but her finest achievement was when she was 17 years old. One day she found that the old hen run was being dug up, oh! joy! the rats were being dug out. Muff was in her element, first three large rats leapt out, she quickly stunned them and then went back and finished them off, her cup was full when at the end of twenty minutes she had accounted for 18 rats. Puff was of a different caliber, she found pleasure in going in for obedience tests. One day she was enjoying herself as she knew she was being admired, so she made an extra good jump before picking up her dumbbell, but as the audience responded by giving her extra applause she paused to listen to the sweet sound. This did not please the Judge, he forbade the audience to applaud and said Puff must repeat the jumping of the obstacle and retrieve the dumbbell again. He had reckoned without Puff. She jumped her obstacle and before picking up the dumbbell looked round for the applause, which of course brought the house down, and everyone had to laugh.

Ch. Nanfan Crunch
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By Eng. Ch. Nanfan Sweet Potato out of Eng. Ch. Nanfan Copycat
Profile by Barbara Miller

Crunch (1/ 8/84 --  3/ 22/90) arrived on my birthday(May 15th) and passed away at age six from lymphoma on Susie Kipp’s (aka DePew’s)  birthday.  Crunch was the first Norfolk in breed history to earn more than one Best in Show.  He earned 14; three breed wins and two group placements at Westminster; becoming the first Norfolk to do so.  During his career he achieved multiple Specialty wins.  Crunch was four months old when his breeder Joy Taylor sent him to me.  I specifically wanted a puppy from the breeding of Ch. Nanfan Sweet Potato (Spud) and Ch .Nanfan Copycat . I started with Norfolk in 1973 and knew from the onset Norfolk needed more bone and substance.  Of all the kennels I visited, starting in the mid seventies, it was Taylor’s Nanfan Norfolks that took my breathe away.  They had the substance and bone we needed in the United States.
Once we started to exhibit Crunch there was no doubt no one had ever experienced the likes of this Norfolk Terrier.  He had a magnificent head with dark eyes, a perfect bite displaying large teeth and a good ear set.  In the show ring he’d pull his head against the lead showing off a neck that allowed for plenty of laid back of shoulder.  Strutting around the ring he showed off his style of reach and drive.  He wasn’t an easy dog to show liking to cut corners and being ahead of all other terriers.  Crunch and Susie made a perfect pair.  She perfected his coat and always had him in perfect condition.  He had his fans and his detractors.   Fortunately there were more fans than vice versa.  Crunch was not a small Norfolk; he was a half inch over the standard of ten inches.  His size and ring performance made judges look at him.  He would not be denied. It is my firm opinion this dog helped to put the breed on the map.  Even his detractors couldn’t stop this outstanding Norfolk from taking his rightful place in Norfolk history.  His fans referred to him as “The Mighty Little Englishman” 

Ninety

Some of the Cambridge terriers in 1880 were brought to Wymondham in Norfolk where, in 1906, Lewis "Podge" Low acquired a white, leggy bitch called Ninety, by a Dandie Dinmont out of a Hunt terrier. Found wandering in the streets, she was brought to his father, a veterinarian, to be destroyed. Podge Low, liking her expression, kept her and bred her to Rags. The litter produced no white puppies and subsequently her all red litters were sold mainly to ("Roughrider") Jones.

Roughrider Jones continued breeding back to Rags, buying puppies out of Ninety and litters from his friend Horace Cole, stud groom to the Master of the Norwich Staghounds.

Rags

In England during the latter half of the nineteenth century at Chesterton, near Cambridge, a man appropriately called Doggy Lawrence, using a small Irish Terrier perhaps crossed with a Yorkshire Terrier, bred little red - often black and tan - terriers. They were known as the Cantab Terriers. Between 1899 and 1902 during the South African War, Jodrell Hopkins, a sports loving Cambridge undergraduate, established a livery stable after graduation and also bred terriers which resembled the native terriers found in East Anglia at that period. He mated a smooth brindle bitch of doubtful origin to a red, silky coated Cantab and called the puppies Trumpington Terriers, after the street on which he lived in Cambridge. From this litter the Master of the Norwich Staghounds, Mr. Jack Cooke, picked his Trumpington Terrier, Rags, who when bred to various bitches stamped his get with his prick ears and harsh red coat.

Roughrider Jones continued breeding back to Rags, buying puppies out of Ninety and litters from his friend Horace Cole, stud groom to the Master of the Norwich Staghounds.

Tinker

In 1901 Frank Jones came from Ireland as Whip to the Norwich Staghounds. Eager to breed his own small sporting red terriers, he crossed his two Glen Of Imaal Terriers "red, fiery, harsh coated Irish scrappers" and Tinker "a small red brindle, nearly black, Cairn type" Trumpington bitch, with various hunt terriers and also back to Rags. Leaving Norfolk in 1904 to work in Market Harborough in Leicestershire, he became known as Roughrider Jones. In England a roughrider is one who breaks and schools young horses, usually for foxhunting.

William Jones

In 1914 the first known Norwich Terrier to reach American shores was William Jones, a remarkable four-footed ambassador. "Willum", as he was known to his friends, was brought over from England by the well-known horseman Robert Strawbridge. While buying a hunter at Market Harborough, Mr. Strawbridge bought William for ten shillings and sixpence from his breeder Frank "Roughrider" Jones. Willum, a dog of exceptional character - both his sire and dam had M.F.H. certificates - was a typical example of his breeder's aims. His amiable disposition endeared him as a loyal companion; he had stamina to follow a horse and the bold instinct to go to ground for fox or badger.

The Robert Strawbridges and Willum Jones went to Aiken in the winter. It was there that J. Watson Webb first saw this famous Jones Terrier and decided to cross him with some of his dogs. Mr. Webb's Shelburne terriers are well known. Gordon Massey, Henry Bixby, Harry Peters, Jr. and Mrs. A.T. McLean all played a prominent part in developing this breed before recognition.

During the first World War, there being few Norwich bitches available, his wives were varied - game terriers all. Willum was crossed with Fox Terriers, Cairns and West Highland White Terriers. Many of his descendants - a few unregistered but recorded still exist - were actually hunt terriers. This harsh, red-coated dog with tail docked and ears cropped, "to save them from being torn, - not for looks," stamped his type on his American get. They were called Jones Terriers and in the USA today many still refer to the Norwich as Jones.

"They were not nown at that tie as any special breed" --R.E. Strawbridge