Some 26 extracts from the New Yorker and other magazines, along with the Master's drawings, all go to prove that he is no one-dog man. He writes about pugs, spaniels, airedales, collies, bull terriers, scotties, foxhounds, poodles and bloodhounds, as well as others whose are not so clear cut, and he returns to Ohio to add to the frolic and frenzy of his own earlier days with Mother and the family. Dogs there are who bite, who run households, dogs who make a career of getting lost, those who raise families, those he has owned, known or done research on. Of the last there is the Albert Payson Terhune collie that was killed by a tourist, the Roosevelt dog that topped priorities aboard a plane, the bloodhound that was dog show champion and others, but there are stories of the terribly peculiar things that happened in the Thurber household when four footeds were forerunners of trouble. Respect and affection accompany his drolleries and a nicer way to go to the dogs you can't imagine.