Friday nights have their own rhythm, and in our home, it always ends with three simple letters: PCF. For us, that means Pizza, Comfort, and Family—the perfect way to wrap up a long week. And of course, no family night would ever be complete without Chooch and CiCi, who know exactly what’s coming the moment they see the pizza box in my hands.
The streets may be busy and the day long, but carrying that warm box home feels like carrying a little piece of joy. As I walk back, I can already imagine their tails wagging, their ears perking up the second the door opens. They don’t just smell the food—they sense the tradition. To them, pizza night means togetherness, laughter, and a little taste of the good life.
By the time I step inside, they’re waiting—eyes wide, tails thumping against the floor, noses twitching in anticipation. “Don’t worry, Chooch. I didn’t forget you, CiCi,” I always say, smiling as they bounce with excitement. Sure, they can’t have the whole slice, but they know a special little bite is theirs, a Friday night ritual they hold onto as much as I do.
We gather around, the room filled with the warm aroma of melted cheese and baked crust, and suddenly the worries of the week fade. The lights are soft, the atmosphere easy, and all that matters is being together. A simple pizza becomes something bigger—an anchor in our routine, a memory being built one Friday at a time.
It’s funny how these little traditions become the heartbeat of a home. Chooch and CiCi may not understand words like “tradition” or “ritual,” but they understand love, consistency, and the joy of sharing moments. And that’s what PCF is all about—Pizza, Comfort, Family, and the unconditional love of two dogs who make every bite taste better.
Because at the end of the day, happiness doesn’t need to be complicated. Sometimes, it’s as simple as a warm pizza, two loyal friends, and the feeling that home is exactly where you’re meant to be. ❤️🍕🐶
