That's what I'm going to change Spikeys' name to.
Can't you just picture it.
It's a beautiful spring morning, daffodils are proudly displaying their colours underneath the weeping willow tree. The grass is swaying in a gentle breeze, the birds are singing softly and in the background you can hear a dog barking - pan across the meadow to a small cottage and zoom in on the front door.....
I step out the door in my fluffy pink dressing gown and ugg boots, hair a mess, the first fag of the day hanging out the side of my mouth (I don't actually smoke, I just liked the image???!!!), and in my best fish-wife impression yell "come here precision instrument".....
Nah, it's not pretty is it.
To be honest, when you look at Spikey, "precision instrument" isn't the first thing to come to mind.
I mean the dog just sags all over the place.