It all started with a large 11 dog litter… the problem was momma dog only had 10 nipples to breastfeed her puppies. The runt mutt was cast aside by his fellow puppers. Unable to receive ​​sustenance from his mother he had to fend for himself or perish. On the brink of death, the starving puppy managed to find some scraps from an alley behind the dumpster of a restaurant, narrowly escaping the reaper. Weeks went by of eating these scraps and the mutt wondered if food would ever start to taste better, but was still grateful to be alive. When not fighting for scraps with alley cats he would watch the chefs cook through the back window of the restaurant. Lonely with no one else to talk to and boredom striking his soul, he continued learning through osmosis through the window of the kitchen. One day an old man stepped out of the kitchen, we wore a perfectly white uniform without a drop of dirt, and possessed an immense presence; it was none other than the legendary Auguste Escoffier! Hailed as the king of chefs and the creator of the kitchen brigade! He caught the mangy mutt staring in the window and noticed the dog had a peculiar interest in the cooks, thinking nothing of it he came back out with some scraps. He continued to give this same dog scraps for years until he became too old to work, eventually resigning to his home in Monte-Carlo. Seeing the dog was still without a home, he decided to take the dog in as his own and treated him as if he was one of his own children, but never learned of his latent cooking abilities.