Fridays have a special rhythm of their own. For most people, it means the end of a busy week, a chance to relax and unwind. But in our home, Fridays carry an even deeper meaning—it’s PCF: Pizza Crust Friday.
It all started as a simple tradition. Every Friday night, pizza makes its way to the table. And while the toppings change—sometimes classic cheese, sometimes loaded with veggies or pepperoni—one thing always stays the same: Chooch waiting patiently for the edges. He doesn’t beg or whine; instead, he sits like the gentleman he is, his big, soulful eyes locked on the crust, as if to say, “You know the rules, it’s my turn.”
The moment the box opens, his tail starts thumping. He knows the smell of melted cheese and baked dough means his favorite treat is near. By the time I finish my last slice, Chooch is already leaning closer, waiting for his share. The crust might be simple, but to him, it’s a feast. Watching him take it so gently, savoring each bite, has turned into one of my favorite little rituals.
PCF isn’t just about the pizza, though. It’s about slowing down, sharing something special, and being reminded that joy often comes in the simplest traditions. The world moves fast all week, but on Fridays, time seems to pause for a while. It’s me, Chooch, and a box of pizza—no distractions, no stress, just love and gratitude.
Now, when I think of Fridays, I don’t just think about the weekend ahead. I think about the look in his eyes, the little bounce in his step, and the way he makes an ordinary moment extraordinary.
So here’s to PCF—Pizza Crust Friday. A tradition built on love, laughter, and the bond between a man and his dog. 🍕🐾
