Friday nights had quickly become a sacred tradition in Chooch and CiCi’s world — not because of anything fancy, but because of one simple, delicious reason: pizza crusts.
Every Friday, like clockwork, their human would order a large pizza and settle down on the couch with a movie. And as soon as the pizza box hit the coffee table, Chooch and CiCi were on alert. Ears perked, tails wagging, eyes locked in with laser focus. It wasn’t about the toppings, the cheese, or even the pepperoni. No, for these two, it was all about the crust.
“🍕 Crust Friday, bby!” their human would laugh as they tore off the first edge and waved it in the air like a golden ticket.
Chooch, the older and more dramatic of the two, always made a show of things — sitting up tall, one paw raised like he was royalty requesting his prize. Meanwhile, CiCi, younger and full of chaotic energy, would spin in excited little circles, letting out squeaky barks like, “Hurry up, I know you got the goods!”
The first crust always went to Chooch — tradition, of course. He took it gently, walked to his favorite blanket, and savored every bite. CiCi, on the other hand, took hers like a gremlin — fast, loud, and full of joy, crumbs flying everywhere.
Their human couldn’t help but laugh. These two made Friday nights better than any party or night out. Just the sound of those eager paws on the floor, the crunch of crust between happy jaws, and the soft snores that followed their food comas made it all worth it.
By the end of the night, Chooch would be curled up beside CiCi, both bellies full, crumbs on their fur, and hearts completely content.
It wasn’t just pizza crust. It was tradition. It was love. It was Crust Friday, bby. And Chooch & CiCi wouldn’t miss it for the world.
