Obtained: New Bark Town, in a fateful encounter. Level: 100 Gender: Male Nature: Quirky, somewhat of a clown. Moves:Aerial Ace, Covet, Heat Wave, Outrage, Return, Iron Tail, Wild Charge, Mud-Slap, Bite, Roar, Ember, Odor Sleuth, Helping Hand, Flame Wheel, Reversal, Fire Fang, Take Down, Flamethrower, Agility, Crunch, Heat Wave, Play Rough, Flare Blitz.
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Noteworthy Traits: Unusually large for a Growlithe. Extremely shaggy.
CUJO | GROWLITHE (No. 058) Type: Fire Ability: Flash Fire (Powers up Fire-type moves if hit by a fire move.)
Cujo was Heather's very first Pokemon. Unsurprisingly, her relationship with him went through several phases.
Phase 1: VENOMOUS LOATHING. Having come into this whole trainer lifestyle with severe phobias of both fire and dogs securely embedded in her psyche, Cujo was pretty much an overlapping venn diagram of everything she hates. Naturally, she named him after the famous bloodthirsty St. Bernard of Stephen King fame and wouldn't you know it, our hero answered to it immediately despite being on the complete opposite end of the personality spectrum.
Phase 2: crippling guilt understanding. The turning point in their partnership came during an outbreak of surprisingly-awful Ghost-type shenanigans, when she unceremoniously beat the hell out of Cujo with an IV pole, thinking he was a creature from her past. When she emerged from her delusions to find him still right by her side, protecting her from the ghosts anyway, that settled it. She was gonna work through those phobias if it killed her.
Phase 3: aw heck. Seven years later, she and Cujo are pretty much inseparable. He may be stinky, stupid, big enough to be mistaken for a small Arcanine, and inexplicably capable of shedding more fur than he actually has at any given time (???? HOW), but Heather can't picture her life without her fluffy orange drool machine.
Cujo isn't smart, but what he lacks in brains he makes up for in love and enthusiasm. There's not a mean bone in his body and while his exuberant lack of respect for personal space bubbles can land him in hot water with more standoffish Pokemon sometimes, he takes it all in stride. Nothing gets him down for longer than a moment, and every new experience is an opportunity for F U N. His boisterous good nature is infectious and anyone not immediately repulsed by the mass of fur and tongue throwing himself at their feet for belly rubs is usually won over within minutes. After all, if a dog can get Heather Mason to warm up to him, nothing's impossible!
That said, despite the bond they've developed, Heather has pointedly avoided the thought of evolving him, even after all this time. She's had a Firestone since mere months after her arrival, yet it's been kept carefully wrapped up in the very bottom of her bag for almost eight years. Banished phobia or not, she's seen what an Arcanine looks like and is secretly a little afraid that if he becomes that big, she'll start being scared of him again.
CUJO | GROWLITHE
Level: 100
Gender: Male
Nature: Quirky, somewhat of a clown.
Moves: Aerial Ace, Covet, Heat Wave, Outrage, Return, Iron Tail, Wild Charge, Mud-Slap, Bite, Roar, Ember, Odor Sleuth, Helping Hand, Flame Wheel, Reversal, Fire Fang, Take Down, Flamethrower, Agility, Crunch, Heat Wave, Play Rough, Flare Blitz.
Type: Fire
Ability: Flash Fire (Powers up Fire-type moves if hit by a fire move.)
Cujo was Heather's very first Pokemon. Unsurprisingly, her relationship with him went through several phases.
Phase 1: VENOMOUS LOATHING. Having come into this whole trainer lifestyle with severe phobias of both fire and dogs securely embedded in her psyche, Cujo was pretty much an overlapping venn diagram of everything she hates. Naturally, she named him after the famous bloodthirsty St. Bernard of Stephen King fame and wouldn't you know it, our hero answered to it immediately despite being on the complete opposite end of the personality spectrum.
Phase 2:
crippling guiltunderstanding. The turning point in their partnership came during an outbreak of surprisingly-awful Ghost-type shenanigans, when she unceremoniously beat the hell out of Cujo with an IV pole, thinking he was a creature from her past. When she emerged from her delusions to find him still right by her side, protecting her from the ghosts anyway, that settled it. She was gonna work through those phobias if it killed her.Phase 3: aw heck. Seven years later, she and Cujo are pretty much inseparable. He may be stinky, stupid, big enough to be mistaken for a small Arcanine, and inexplicably capable of shedding more fur than he actually has at any given time (???? HOW), but Heather can't picture her life without her fluffy orange drool machine.
Cujo isn't smart, but what he lacks in brains he makes up for in love and enthusiasm. There's not a mean bone in his body and while his exuberant lack of respect for personal space bubbles can land him in hot water with more standoffish Pokemon sometimes, he takes it all in stride. Nothing gets him down for longer than a moment, and every new experience is an opportunity for F U N. His boisterous good nature is infectious and anyone not immediately repulsed by the mass of fur and tongue throwing himself at their feet for belly rubs is usually won over within minutes. After all, if a dog can get Heather Mason to warm up to him, nothing's impossible!
That said, despite the bond they've developed, Heather has pointedly avoided the thought of evolving him, even after all this time. She's had a Firestone since mere months after her arrival, yet it's been kept carefully wrapped up in the very bottom of her bag for almost eight years. Banished phobia or not, she's seen what an Arcanine looks like and is secretly a little afraid that if he becomes that big, she'll start being scared of him again.