If you asked Grillby what the name of his dog was, he'd say 'Annoying Dog or A.D for short'. He would then say the dog was called that 'with the greatest affection'. Apparently the small fluffy white dog had earned that name by tracking mud through Grillby's bar, messing up the trashcans, and howling all night long.
Or the dog had USED to do all that.
Nowadays, Annoying Dog was chill enough, preferring to run around on the back patio of Grillby's bar and play with Grillby's other dogs.
Of course, Annoying Dog had had a hand, well a paw, in that too.
Grillby had lovingly taken in Annoying Dog after meeting the fluffy pooch late one night during a storm. Said dog had come to the back patio for shelter and Grillby had always had a soft spot for animals. He fed the dog some leftover food and took him home for a bath and warm bed. When no one claimed the dog Grillby named him, took him to the vet, and gave him a collar.
But that wasn't the end of it.
A month later, Annoying Dog had brought two dogs to the patio, and once again Grillby felt his heart aching. Both were fluffy while one was white, and the other was a bit more off white. Not to mention one was enormous while the other was more average sized. Yet again, no one claimed the dogs Grillby took in so he named them Greater Dog and Lesser Dog (G.D and L.D for short).
Three months passed and once again A.D brought two dogs to the patio. These two were very affectionate and were beautiful shades of brown, black, and white. Grillby once again took them in and waited for someone to claim them. After a week he named them Dogamy and Dogaressa.
The final dog was added not long after that. This one was black and white with grizzled fur and a harsh bark. He seemed to have trouble seeing (the vet diagnosed cataracts), but Grillby loved him all the same. When no one claimed him, he was named Doggo.
That was how Grillby found himself the owner of his own pack of misfit dogs that had more or less become the mascots of Grillbyz. Bar patrons loved the fluffy little devils and would leave them toys or treats instead of tips, which Grillby didn't mind. The bartender would just laugh and push his glasses up his nose, long red ponytail bobbing slightly. Of course this had also invited an onslaught of canine related puns from his loyal patron Sans.
Which Grillby also did not mind.
"You should get some cats," said Sans. "Balance things out a bit. Too many dogs can make you go BARKING mad."
"Why don't you get a pet?" Grillby was cleaning a glass. "I thought Papyrus wanted one."
"Yeah, but he can't decide," Sans sighed. "One day he wants a kitten and then the next it's a chameleon. I'll give him some time to decide before I bring any animals home. Besides, I think you already adopted all the stray dogs in the area."
"Don't jinx it," said Grillby. He put the glass away and began wiping the bar. "If A.D brings another home I might scream."
"Your poor bleeding heart," Sans said in mock sympathy. "You must be DOGGED tired from it all."
"Now that's enough," Grillby flicked the towel at Sans. "You've already gone over your limit. Do I need to bring the Pun Jar back?"
"Nah, that last experience was too JAR-ring," Sans laughed as he poured more ketchup on his fries.