I hiss and spit as I hit the ground running, Slipping and sliding, I just can't get my footing back under me I'll continue to scream until you dump water over my head Or throw a bit of flour right into my face- Jeez, and they call me roux

I love to bark and play all day. Balls and such I fetch with ease, may I have a fish please??

Stripes and galloping in the savannah is my forte and also good and blending in the zigzag mountain

The answer to this riddle is neither butterfly nor ruler. But oddly enough, could have been. . .

Where dirty water flows. And your naughty thoughts grow.