Pizza time!

I'm a pretty smart fellow. I know a lot of words and one of them is "pizza." So when Mom says it's pizza for dinner, I'm right there! 

Usually, if we have pizza it's on Thursday night or Saturday afternoon, but Mom was tired this evening. 

I'm not sure what the best part of the pizza is. Well, I DO, but I never get a whole slice. I get bits and bites but I'll take it. I love pepperoni! Sausage, too! And the crust! The crust is best when it crunches. 

I was waiting for Dad to give me a bite when Mom took my picture. Notice how nice and polite I am while I patiently wait for crumbs. I don't jump up or paw at Dad. I KNOW he's going to give me bites because Dad takes care of me that way. Mom does, too. 

I'm Deuce, and I'm a good dog for pizza. 

Pizza Night

Mom brought home a pizza for dinner. I knew what was in that flat box the moment she got it out of the car. 

I have great parents. I love them a lot, but sometimes they don't act too smart. Mom put puppy chow in my bowl and then gave Dad pizza. 

I mean - come on! Seriously? Did she really think I was going to eat dog food while they ate pizza??? I don't think so!! 

Dad's a soft touch. I knew if I asked him, politely of course, he'd give me a bite or two. He finally did, but he broke off the pieces and threw them at me. I didn't get it at first, but then I caught one! 

Mom says I'll get better at catching things. She says it's good to be the dog and have food fly into your mouth. Mom is right about a lot of things.