Waiting for PIzza...

It's Saturday night and there's not a lot going on in our household. We're channel surfing, but mostly have watched college football. Right now it's the Ohio State game - the Buckeyes are kicking Penn State's butt.

A quick check of the fridge reveals that there's not a whole lot to work with to cook dinner - some zucchini, a still-frozen pork tenderloin (taken out of the freezer in a moment of crazed ambition), milk, butter, diet coke. The pantry isn't much better with a few canned goods. It's getting late and dinner needs to be served - but what?

Aha! Papa John's Pizza just moved to the neighborhood and what a good neighbor he has become! I can wear my worst-looking, most comfortable attire, not comb my hair and PJ doesn't care. He'll come to the house within 30 minutes bearing a hot, bubbly pizza and other goodies to satisfy any culinary urges. And the best part is that I don't have to talk to anyone until the delivery guy (or girl) shows up - with a few clicks of the mouse dinner is ordered and on the way.

The funniest part of ordering pizza for delivery is Aero. He must hear the delivery guy's car pull up, or maybe his sense of smell is way better than even I thought. At least 2 minutes before the doorbell rings, he starts barking and running toward the front door, then back to me (where ever I might be in the house), then back to the front door. This ritual continues until suddenly, the sound of the doorbell is heard throughout the house and all hell breaks loose with that crazy little dog. His frenzied barking and constant circle-turning are enough to make you dizzy. As I open the door, he lunges at the delivery person in the happiest of dog body language. You'd swear the driver was this dog's best friend. Only one driver has ever been freaked out by the little dog's greeting. I'm just glad he's only 3 pounds and not 30!

So, tonight's ritual was no different. Frenzied barking, circle-turning, delivery person greeting, followed by sharing pieces of pizza crust with my tiny friend. And now that dinner is over, he's curled up on his favorite blanket in a pizza-induced coma. He'll be out for a while.

Kel