suggests the thurber dog had not a breed but awareness bordering on becoming human. my life and hard times from 1933 and i m reading from the american library thurber letters and drawings. the dog that bit people by james thurber. probably no one man should have as many dogs in his life as i have had, but there was more pleasure than distress in them for me except in the case of an airedale named mugs. gave me more trouble than all the 54 or 55 put together although my moment of keenest embarrassment was the time a scott terrier named jeannie who had just had six puppies in the clothes closets of an apartment in new york had the unexpected and last at the corner of 11th and 5th avenue. during a walk she had insisted on taking. then too there was the prize-winning french poodle, that great big black poodle, not the untroublesome white