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Welcome to the Bio page!
Being a Pokemon, there's not really much to write about, but I'll do my best...
Little Growlie first began life  on sunny Cinnabar Island , where a breeder lived, selling the finest Growlithe and Arcanine puppies in the Kanto state.
It was there that Growlie first met it's owner, when James was (someone told me this,) only 4 years old.
After he was taken home, Growlie enjoyed his life, playing fetch and other doggy games in the huge gardens of the vast estate. 
James was more-or-less his only friend, as there were hardly any other Pokémon to play with other than the wild Bug Pokémon in the various trees and bushes.
In fact, the only other Pokémon Growlie knew was a nasty Vileplume belonging to...I think you all know who I'm talking about.
The psycho I'm talking about can't be named, because it gives me shivers . I'm sure all of you James-Worshippers out there either feel the same, or wish to kill her or both. I'm both. 
OK now I'm just blabbering, so I'll get on with the story and leave the J*ss*b*ll*-hating for my James-Worshipping site.
*Clears throat loudly* Ahem...Back to the Biography!
Anyway, Growlie tried to protect his master as much as it could when J*ss*b*ll* (*shivers*) showed up, but more often than it would like to admit, little Growlie found himself locked in the Doghouse.
After a few years of this, James decided he'd had enough and planned escape, taking Growlie with him.
But it all went horribly horribly wrong.
The nights grew cold and the food & money ran out.
Wandering alone in a dark, cold town centre, James collapsed, suffering serious hypothermia. 
Growlie howled all night long to bring help to it's fallen master, and - as far as we know - help arrived in time to save our lil' angel. We are still unsure of who or what saved them,  but for the moment that doesn't matter. What matter's is, of course, that what happened, did.
So, one way or another, James went to Pokémon Tech.
Growlie had to stay behind, because Starter-Pokémon are not allowed at the Pokémon University.
So it wandered home, missing it's master terribly, but knowing it had to stay and protect James' parents.
And there it waits, the loyal little Growlithe, just waiting, hoping that some day it's master will return, and take it with him.
     
It was a cheesy ending, I know, but it had to be done.
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At a Glance Element: Fire
Type: Puppy
Height: 2'4"
Weight: 42lbs
Techniques: Bite, Roar, Flare, Ember, ect.
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