Maternity Queue

The next batch of pregnant ewes are getting ushered from the holding field into maternity ward. Watching man and dog herd them in looked very slick. The fields are filling up with mums and kids so Arlo's walk routes are being altered.

When we came in after tonight's walk we disappeared into the kitchen for a few mins with Arlo left in the living room and within minutes we heard some big yelping then Arlo ran past us as we rushed in. The scene: coal scuttle 2 metres away from the stove tipped up, coal spilt on the floor, small coffee table turned upside down. Inspector Poirot's theory: dog sticks head in scuttle to grab a bit of coal to chew, scuttle handle moves and rests on dog's head, dog get's fright and tries to pull away, but has scuttle hanging from neck, makes it 2 metres away where he managed to knock table over, tips over the scuttle and he escapes.

Believable? I cannot work out how the scuttle ends up 2m away with no spillage on the way. surely cased closed m'lud?