Grover T. Biscuit: The Legend
Grover Theodore Biscuit was born in a cozy little town famous for its bakery, where every dog was named after a type of baked good. Grover, however, was not 'every' dog.
From puppyhood, he had a knack for finding the warmest sunny spots, where he would snooze to get warm (like he was freshly baked biscuits straight out of the oven).
Grover T., as the locals called him, had a signature look: a soft, white coat dotted with dark spots, as if someone had sprinkled him with cinnamon sugar.
Sweet-tempered but a little stubborn, he developed a reputation as the “Gentleman Biscuit” — always ready with a slow, affectionate wag and a snore louder than a rolling pin.
In his younger days, Grover fancied himself a bit of an adventurer, sneaking into the bakery basement to sneak nibbles of secret recipes. But now, he’s mostly retired, enjoying a calm life of afternoon naps, occasional biscuit treats, and the company of anyone who needs a friend.
Some say if you hear a soft “crunch” outside your door at dawn, that’s just Grover T. Biscuit patrolling the neighborhood — making sure everything’s just right, one biscuit crumb at a time.
So, that's probably his backstory...
And now we're here for his future story: a family, looking to open their hearts and their home to a sweet, squashy, perfect bulldog looking for all the humans to love solo or, with a single, chill, confident doggo.
