Friday nights are always special in our house—better known as Pizza Crust Friday! It’s the one night everyone looks forward to, especially Chooch and CiCi. The rules are simple: humans get the pizza, and Chooch and CiCi get the leftover crusts as their weekly treat. Normally, they wait patiently by the table, tails wagging and eyes sparkling, until their turn comes. But this Friday? Oh no. Things didn’t go quite as smoothly.
The moment the smell of hot, cheesy pizza filled the air, Chooch was already pacing in circles like a little tornado. He barked at every slice that left the box, convinced each one belonged to him. Meanwhile, CiCi wasn’t about to sit quietly either—she jumped onto the couch, pawing at the box, her big eyes locked on the golden crusts. It was as if both of them had forgotten every bit of their “good manners” training.
When a slice slipped from a plate and nearly hit the floor, Chooch dove like a soccer goalie, snagging it before anyone could react. CiCi, not to be outdone, snatched a tiny piece of crust and darted off like a thief, proudly parading her prize around the living room. The whole family burst out laughing, even while trying to scold them.
Eventually, after the chaos, everyone calmed down. The pizza was saved, and Chooch and CiCi finally sat, tails thumping, waiting properly. With big smiles, we handed over their promised crusts—one each, just the way it should be. Their mischievous eyes softened into pure joy as they crunched away, happy as can be.
Pizza Crust Friday might not have gone exactly as planned, but honestly, that’s what makes it unforgettable. With Chooch and CiCi around, even the simplest traditions turn into hilarious adventures. One thing is certain: next Friday, we’ll be keeping a closer eye on the box… because these two pizza crust bandits are always ready to strike!
