Biscuit is the color of a freshly-baked, hot out of the oven, melt-in-the mouth, well, biscuit. His two light-brown spots remind me of a warm, sun-kissed beach, and I can't help thinking that he's been given a perfect name by one of the kids in Thulir, Sittilingi. A lion at heart, he seems fearless. You should see him walk on the road, barking, growling, challenging all the (so far non - existent) ferocious dogs of the area. It's a disaster to go outside the campus because he will invariably follow you and create something of a doggie turf war, with you helplessly stuck in the middle. A lion at heart, I said. Not so much in his actions. Because once he had barked out his challenge, and the other dogs responded with gusto and run like crazy to try and attack him, he would promptly shut up, go quiet as a mouse and conveniently skulk, hide and cower behind our legs! Luckily for me ( A coward at heart, and in my actions) I had two friends armed with experience and sticks, f