sunnysmom
Ripping up the road
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I wrote not long ago about my Elvis loving pizza crust. He saw us eating pizza and definitely recognized it and wanted it. He had definitely had it in his past from the way he reacted. Yesterday, he was on my shoulder when I opened up the fridge to get something to drink. We were having hot dogs for dinner- not my choice, that's what the fiancé made. LOL. (But he made them so I'm not complaining.) Elvis starts getting frantic. I try to give him a piece of bun. He doesn't want it. I go back to the fridge and get him apple. No. Pepper? No. Cashew? No. I even offer him a corn chip that was on my plate thinking that's what he wanted. No. I'm at a complete loss. He clearly wants something but I don't know what. Then it dawns up me- he saw a piece of left over pizza in the fridge when I was getting a drink. I go back to the fridge, break off a piece of crust- and sure enough, that's what he wanted.