It's not that easy to replace a hellhound, Jeffrey. They need to be trained - toilet trained, taught not to kill randomly, taught to come when called, and then dispatched in such a way as to corrupt them cleanly.

No, it took me almost a year to get Cujo trained, Jeff, and it's going to get at least that long to get you polished up too.

[ He stepped in closer, narrowing his eyes. ]

It's all about motivation. Oh, and of course... [ He reached out, touched Jeff's throat, and a silver studded collar all but magically appeared in place. His clothes vanished. ] --humiliation.

Dogs don't stand up on two legs, Jeff.