There was just something magical about Fridays in our house. Maybe it was the scent of cheesy goodness floating through the air, or the way the couch seemed extra cozy—but for Chooch, it was the highlight of his week. Without fail, the moment I opened the pizza app on my phone, his ears would perk up and his tail would start thumping like a drum roll. He knew. Somehow, Chooch just knew it was Pizza Crust Friday.
As soon as the doorbell rang, he’d bolt to the front door like it was a long-lost friend. And oh, that moment the box opened? Pure bliss for him. While I ate my slices, he sat patiently beside me, eyes locked on the crust like it was the crown jewel of the evening. And of course, I always saved the last piece just for him. It was our tradition.
Now, CiCi, our youngest little furball, is catching on. She doesn’t understand it all yet, but she knows when the energy shifts—when I say “It’s pizza night!” and Chooch starts his happy dance. She watches him closely, mimicking his every move, and recently, she started hovering near me during dinner, waiting for her piece of the magic too. The two of them sitting side by side, tails wagging in unison—it’s become the sweetest part of my week.
It’s not just about pizza. It’s about moments, memories, and those little weekly rituals that make life richer. So if you’re celebrating Pizza Crust Friday with your pup, don’t forget to tag me. Let’s keep the tradition alive—one crust at a time. 🐾🍕
