The morning started like any other, with sleepy yawns and a stretch that felt way too short. I stumbled into the kitchen, still half-asleep, when my phone buzzed with a little reminder. I squinted at the screen, and then it hit me: What’s today? Oh, it’s PCF!
Pizza. Companionship. Furry friends.
That’s what PCF has come to mean in our little circle—a day where the simplest joys come together perfectly. The “P” is for pizza, of course, because nothing brings people together quite like a box of cheesy, hot, delicious slices. The “C” is for companionship, because this day is never meant to be spent alone. And the “F” is for furry friends, since our pets are always part of the celebration, wagging tails and curious noses included.
By noon, the house was buzzing with laughter. Friends arrived with their favorite toppings, turning the dining table into a wild pizza-making station. The smell of baking crust and melting cheese filled the air, and the kitchen echoed with playful arguments about whether pineapple belongs on pizza. Meanwhile, the dogs circled us happily, hoping for a fallen piece of pepperoni.
The best part wasn’t even the food—it was the feeling. Sitting together, sharing stories, petting the dogs sprawled lazily on the floor, it felt like life’s little reset button. Everyone seemed lighter, freer, as if PCF carried some secret magic.
Later, when the last slice was gone and the dogs were snoring contentedly, I looked around and smiled. These were the moments that mattered most: laughter with friends, the warm weight of a dog resting against my leg, and the simple joy of pizza shared with people I love.
So yes, PCF might sound silly to anyone else. But for us, it’s a tradition that fills our hearts—and our bellies. ❤️🍕🐶
