Every Friday night, without fail, it’s Crust Fridays—our little tradition. While most people look forward to the weekend for parties or sleeping in, I look forward to sharing pizza crusts with my best bud: my dog.
The routine starts the same each time. As soon as the pizza box hits the counter, he knows. His ears perk up, tail starts wagging, and those big hopeful eyes lock onto me. He’s not interested in the whole slice—he wants the crust, the part I always save just for him. It’s our unspoken deal.
We settle in on the couch, the smell of melted cheese filling the room. I get my slices, he gets his spot right next to me—head resting on my leg, patiently waiting for his first bite. As I eat, I tear off the crusts one by one and hand them to him. He takes them gently, always grateful, always careful. It’s like he knows this moment is special, and he treats it with quiet respect.
It might seem small, even silly, but these little traditions mean everything. In those quiet bites and wagging tails, there’s something comforting. Life can be chaotic—work stress, bad news, long days—but Crust Fridays are a reminder that joy is often simple. A pizza. A couch. A dog who loves you no matter what.
Sometimes I talk to him about my day, or we just sit in silence watching a movie neither of us is really paying attention to. The crusts may be the treat, but the real reward is the company.
Not everyone gets it, but that’s okay. Crust Fridays aren’t about being fancy or perfect. They’re about love, loyalty, and sharing the little things with someone who makes every day better.
Here’s to many more Crust Fridays with my best bud. 🐶🍕❤️
