If I owned the show, it would be so different.

"Here, puppy," Spike coaxed. He filled his puppy's water bowl and nudged it closer. "Come out and have a drink."

The puppy continued to hide behind the sofa. Spike reached for the leash. If he pulled hard enough the puppy would come out. It had a spiked collar around its neck. The spikes were turned inward.

"I'm not going to be nice much longer," Spike warned. He tugged on the leash. The puppy refused to budge.

"Fine, I gave you enough chances." Spike jerked on the lead with all his strength. The couch overturned and the puppy came flying out of its hiding place with blood dripping out of the wounds around its neck.

"Bad Angel," Spike scolded. "I knew I should have bought a cocker spaniel instead."