We were down at the sawmill and our dog was sniffing around when he fell onto the belt carrying the logs into the saw! Cut him plumb in two lengthwise, but the sawmill doctor managed to get him sown back together just fine. Only in his hurry the doc got the sides reversed and the poor ol' dog ran around on two legs with the other two stickin' up in the air. After a bit we started makin' some money off that dog, racin' him against greyhounds and everything. And the dog always won, 'cause if he got tired he'd just flip over and run on the other legs for awhile.

But we lost him at the playground on a sliding board. It was one of those that were really long, but made up in a spiral. The ol' dog started at the top but tried to brake himself against the sides with both pairs of legs at the same time. Wore him down to a frazzle, and that was all we carried home and buried in the back yard.

Best dog we ever had, too.

His name was Elmo.