Shaggy was one of those big, hairy dogs. He was covered in white and black hair and at times we thought he had no eyes because the hair was so long.
Everything was all right until we moved into our new house. You see, in the old house, most of the floors were carpeted. However, in the new house, the floors were all lino. Well, Shaggy would come floundering into the rooms and just slide, without any traction. Once he hit the fishbowl which was on a table. The water was everywhere and there Shaggy lay with the broken fishbowl around him.
This, however, was merely a slight accident. Some happenings were catastrophies, like the time there was a tea-party at our house. Shaggy came lolloping in and skidded (as usual). He knocked over the table which the cups of tea were on. Biscuits, precious cups and the like would fly everywhere. He would then be tossed out.
Poor old Shaggy. He couldn't win!
Michael Joyce 3B