And YES, he absolutely knew when it was Friday. It didn’t matter if the sun was out or it was pouring rain—Chooch had a special energy that only came around once every seven days. I don’t know how he kept track. Maybe it was the way I carried myself when I walked through the door, maybe it was the familiar rhythm of the week winding down, or maybe he just had a sixth sense. But somehow, without fail, he knew.
As soon as I stepped through the door, Chooch would be right there, tail wagging, ears perked, eyes wide with anticipation. He wouldn’t bark, whine, or pace. No, he’d just wait—that kind of calm excitement that only a truly good boy could muster. And the moment I picked up the phone to order our usual Friday night food, Chooch would walk slowly over to the front door and lie down like a gentleman. He knew what was coming: his favorite treat, maybe a few French fries if he got lucky, and most importantly, some quality time curled up next to me.
Lately, I’ve noticed CiCi is starting to catch on. She watches everything so closely, studying the routine like a little apprentice. She doesn’t quite have Chooch’s calm confidence yet—she still runs in circles when she hears the doorbell—but there’s a spark in her eyes now on Fridays. She knows something special is happening. It’s sweet watching her try to follow in Chooch’s footsteps, learning how to read me, how to love the little rituals that meant so much to him.
To everyone who’s followed our journey, who’s sent kind words or shared stories of their own pets—thank you. Your support means the world. I’ve seen your PCF (Pet Comfort Friday) videos, and every single one brings a smile to my face. There’s something truly healing in sharing those little moments of joy.
So please keep tagging me! Keep celebrating your pets and the silly, loving things they do. Life is busy, and sometimes hard, but these small traditions—the ones our animals remind us to cherish—are what keep it beautiful.
Have a great weekend. And give your pets an extra treat tonight—for Chooch. ❤️
