You panic you have always hated dogs espically rottweilers ever since you were bit by one as a kid. You quickly lay on your back putting both of your front paws on the collar, trying pushing it off with all your strengh. You push more and more trying to get it off until your right paw gets jabbed my something sharp. You stop immeditately and start licking you minor injury. You feel collar on your neck becoming a little more snug and changing shape. Woundering whats going on you go back to the wardrobe closet and you find a mirror and look into it. You see you collar has finished changing and that it is now a spiked black leather collar. You can just make out the small print on the now silvery dog bone shaped tag it reads, Spike. You sigh thinking, " Well I guess I'm not going to get this collar off now. Spike huh I kind of like my name".