Friday nights in our house are legendary—not because of big parties or fancy plans, but because of one tradition that our dogs know all too well: Pizza Crust Friday. The moment that pizza box hits the counter, CiCi and her crew are already on high alert. Forget the smell of melted cheese or pepperoni—it’s the crust they’re waiting for.
CiCi, in particular, has turned treat-catching into an Olympic sport. The second a crust is tossed her way, she leaps with laser focus, jaws snapping with perfect timing. She doesn’t miss—ever. Not once. It’s as if gravity bends in her favor just to make sure she gets her prize.
The funniest part, though, is her expression. Wide-eyed, ears flopping, mouth open in full determination—she looks like a professional athlete mid-game. If you’ve ever doubted a dog’s reflexes, just watch CiCi on a Friday night. She could probably snag popcorn at the movies without dropping a single piece.
Meanwhile, the other dog stands there with his own strategy: patience. He waits, hopeful, watching CiCi’s flawless routine, as if thinking, Maybe one day, I’ll get the perfect throw too. But CiCi is always faster, always sharper. She’s the queen of the air-snatch, and everyone in the room knows it.
“Pizza crust Friday!” has become our family’s inside joke. Friends come over and laugh when they see the dogs’ eyes locked on every bite, waiting for their turn. Someone always says, “What people…” with that little shake of the head—because, really, who else celebrates their week with dogs diving for pizza crusts like it’s the highlight of their lives?
But that’s the beauty of it. These silly, joyful moments are what turn an ordinary Friday night into something memorable. CiCi doesn’t just catch crusts—she catches our laughter, our attention, and our hearts every single time. And honestly? We wouldn’t have it any other way.
