Shaggy of beard, wrinkled and bent he seemed already an old man.
Come on, Shaggy Man, if you want me to show you the road to Butterfield.
"'Course not, Shaggy Man," replied Dorothy, giving him a severe look.
I was thinking, perhaps, a nice little Skye—like Shaggy, but smaller.
You might have Shaggy himself, if you like, while I am away.'
Shaggy Bear was in earnest and ...