Pizza crust Friday wasn’t just about a silly tradition—it was about joy, laughter, and the little moments that made life brighter. Every Friday, without fail, Chooch knew exactly what was coming. The second he saw that pizza box, his tail wagged like crazy, his eyes wide with anticipation, and his goofy grin stretched ear to ear. He wasn’t after the whole slice—oh no, Chooch was a crust kind of dog. And the way he savored every bite made it impossible not to laugh.
When I first shared his little ritual online, I never imagined it would grow into something bigger. But soon, people everywhere started posting their own pets joining in—dogs, cats, even birds—celebrating “Pizza Crust Friday” with us. It became more than just our tradition; it became a community of smiles, a reason to look forward to the end of the week.
Chooch had that kind of magic. He could take the worst day and flip it around with nothing more than his presence. His goofy antics, his gentle soul, and that warm spark in his eyes made every moment feel lighter. I can’t count the number of times I came home drained or overwhelmed, only to have everything melt away the second I saw him waiting for me. He was my comfort, my comic relief, my best friend.
Even though Chooch is no longer here physically, Pizza Crust Friday lives on. Every tag, every video, every shared laugh reminds me that his spirit continues to spread joy far beyond what I ever imagined. It’s comforting to know that he touched not just my life, but so many others too.
So thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for keeping this tradition alive. Chooch was truly one of a kind, and through all of you, his light still shines.
