Pizza Pizza

Remember how I told you that something wonderful happened when Mom and I got home from the park last week?

Well, the doorbell rang, and it was my favorite person in the whole world, next to my Mom: The Pizza Hut Guy!

That's right, folks - you voted, and made it happen! So, thanks!

Mom said this pizza was mine, because of the results of my blog poll, so this shows the Pizza Guy giving me my pizza.

Then Mom fixed our plate, and we went upstairs. She had to put the plate on the bed while she put down her drink, and I know I'm not allowed to touch the plate until she says "OK", so I didn't, even though it was MY PIZZA.

So Mom started eating, and as usual, all I got were the crusts. I think a couple of the crusts had some sauce on them, but really, it was just crust. Dumb old crust.

But it was pizza crust, and that beats out dog food any day!

Then Mom finally said "OK", and I got to clean up her empty plate. Whoopdie do.

Then we went back down to the kitchen, and Mom put the whole pizza box on the floor, so I just knew NOW was my turn.

It certainly smelled like pizza.....

But it was just an empty box.

Mom is very concerned about my health, and once again had sacrificed herself so I would not eat bad-for-me food.

My crusts were really good, but I wanted some real pizza!

Please vote in my next poll - I must somehow make Mom see the error of her ways!

And I may just have to tell America that we actually had Pizza Hut delivery on Tuesday and again on Friday this week - 'cause Mom is not much of a cook! But that's OK - more crusts for me!