So, the pizza was hanging out on the counter, waiting for Dad to pop it in the oven because Mom only will eat hot pizza...what a principessa!
I don't mind cold pizza. In fact, it was delicious.
Herein I detail my dietary slip-ups of the past month and hope that they haven't affected inordinately my restricted ingredient diet.
1 rawhide bone, found on the street, in almost perfect condition. Not only nutritional, but you can play with it, too!
2 slices pizza with carmelized onions and fresh mozzarella (served cold)
1 or 2 milkbones scammed from my neighbor Hank (he loves me)
1 or 2 unidentified bones, also scammed, this time from the mail carrier (he's new and hasn't yet found my insistent charm to be annoying. The previous mail carrier, after I extracted my first bone payment, took to either 1) ignoring me or 2) avoiding me by turning down any available street just as I trotted by.)