#pizzanazi

My mom has been in Austin visiting my new baby nephew, and she stopped in Dallas last night before heading back to Colorado. She decided to order a pizza, and after a failed attempt at the first Domino's, who said they won't deliver to a house with a five-digit address (WTF), we finally got a pizza. And my dog went BANANAS. I never eat pizza, so she was in wonderment over this amazing smell in the house. In fact, she followed the driver back out to her car, and probably would have gone home with her if I hadn't gone to get her. And then stood up on her back legs to beg for a bite from my mom. (Who finally obliged.) Poor deprived doggie. All I give her is bites of granola and occasionally let her lick my yogurt lids.