Hollywood used to make pictures out of books like Sabre --which is to say that this is a story about an appealing dog who is strong, intelligent and all fur covered heart. The people who surround him are prone to weakness, obtuseness and fail in empathy. Sabre's master is Chester Innes, a TV agent. He found Sabre in the kennels of a Bavarian dog fancier and sheep herder who raised a particularly pure breed of German Shepherd dogs. Chester early recognized Sabre's photogenic possibilities and even the customs man, when the dog was brought to the U.S., was forcefully reminded of Rin Tin Tin, that Francis X. Bushman of all canine thespians. In Hollywood, poor Sabre slaves under hot cameras for Chester and it is Chester who goes Hollywood. Sabre keeps his head although his heart breaks. Mary, the girl who lives next door in Hollywood, adores Sabre and would like Chester better if he would only realize that he is treating the dog worse than a dog. It really goes on like this right up to an unbelievable ending. There is little information on the training of acting dogs, the book is unreliable in its ignorance of Hollywood's strictly supervised use of animals in movies, and the whole is a dog's dish of contrivance.