For most people, the best day of the week might be Friday night or Saturday morning, but in this house, the best day of the week is pizza night. š And of course, the dogs know it too.
As soon as the pizza box arrives, tails begin wagging like crazy. The sound of crinkling paper, the aroma of melted cheese, and the sight of Dad carrying that big box into the kitchen sends them into full āpizza patrolā mode. They sit right by the table, eyes wide, ears perked, and noses twitching, hoping for just one little crumb to fall.
But pizza night isnāt just about foodāitās about family. While humans enjoy their slices, the pups get their own special treats. Sometimes itās a crunchy biscuit, sometimes a slice of plain crust just for them. It doesnāt matter what it is; to the dogs, being included in the ritual is everything.
Still, they can get a little too interested. Tonight, as Dad sat down with his plate, two sets of puppy eyes locked on him like lasers. Every bite he took was tracked with precision. When he leaned back to grab his drink, they crept closer, tails wagging with hopeful anticipation. Thatās when Dad had to set up the baby gateāhis secret weapon.
āSorry, guys,ā he laughed. āThis slice is mine!ā
From behind the gate, the pups whined softly, tilting their heads in the most dramatic, adorable way, as if theyād been completely betrayed. But the moment Dad was finished, he rewarded their patience with extra cuddles and a few dog-friendly snacks. Just like that, all was forgiven.
By the end of the night, everyone was full, happy, and curled up together on the couch. Pizza in hand, pups at his sideāDad couldnāt ask for a better way to end the week. Truly, itās the best day: pizza, laughter, and puppy love. šš¶
