Fridays used to be just another end-of-the-week celebration—until King Chooch changed everything. What started as a simple family moment turned into a global tradition, one delicious crust at a time. Now, every Friday is officially Pizza Crust Friday, and people from all corners of the world unite to honor the lovable legend who made it happen: King Chooch.
It all began with Chooch’s strange but adorable habit—he never cared about the toppings or the cheese; he just wanted the crust. While other pets begged for pepperoni or a bite of gooey cheese, Chooch sat patiently, eyes locked on the crust like it was a treasure. Every Friday, he’d wait for his slice—crust only, of course—and crunch away like royalty. Before long, we realized: this wasn’t just a routine; this was a ritual.
So we named it. Pizza Crust Friday. And to our surprise, it caught on. Friends joined in. Then neighbors. Then strangers online. Pictures started circulating—dogs, cats, birds, even a monkey or two—all waiting for their Friday crusts in honor of Chooch. Some folks dip it in peanut butter, some toast it in the oven, and some simply hand it off straight from the box. The joy is in the gesture.
Now, social media explodes every Friday with #PizzaCrustFriday posts. Kids in classrooms, coworkers in breakrooms, families at dinner tables—all sharing their love for crust and the pup who started it all. And me? I sit back, hand Chooch his piece, and smile. It’s not just about pizza anymore. It’s about celebrating small joys, honoring quirky traditions, and remembering the love that one funny little dog can spark in all of us.
So yes, you know what today is. It’s Pizza Crust Friday. Because of King Chooch. And I love it.
