He dragged it by the leg.

It bumped cruelly on the steps.

The Professor pulled the Missing Link to his feet, took him by his rudimentary tail and the scuff of his neck, and ran him out of the shop.
He ran the grizzly monster up the street as a publican ejects the unwelcome drunk.

The crowd followed, cheering still.
It was an inspiriting sight.

The Missing Link running on tip-toes, his eyes projecting, seemingly in imminent danger of falling on his nose, the Professor furious, two wild policemen with drawn clubs following after, ready to do or die should the terrible brute break loose again.
The Professor ran Mahdi into the show, kicking him through the door.