Croissant Cronicles, Part Eleven

There comes a time in every plushie’s life when one croissant… simply isn’t enough.

Mine came shortly after I ate the “emergency one.”
And the “in-case-of-rainy-day” one.
And the one I was “definitely saving for later.”

So I did what any mildly flakey, snack-motivated pup would do:

I made a stealth mission to Grand Creperie.
(San Francisco’s finest supplier of emotional support pastry.)

🧥 Step 1: The Disguise

I wore my red hoodie. Hood up.
I tucked Mini Blue into the snack pouch.
Pandy said he wasn’t getting involved… but handed me a napkin “just in case.”

Classic plausible deniability.

🚋 Step 2: The Journey

We took the scenic route.
Mini Blue navigated.
I made three snack stops before reaching the actual pastry destination.

This is called warming up the appetite. It’s professional.

🥐 Step 3: The Acquisition

I stood before the pastry case.
The croissants… glowed.

• One was classic.

• One had chocolate.

• One had ham and cheese and spiritual resonance.
  
  

I said, “Just one.”
I bought three.
The cashier gave me a look. I gave her a sticker.

🏃 Step 4: The Escape

We flaked immediately.
Literally. One croissant cracked in my hoodie on the streetcar.

I blamed the wind.
Mini Blue licked the air.
Pandy texted, “I hope you brought enough to share.”

I did not respond.

🐾 Final Thought:

Some snacks come to you.
Some you must seek out with honor.

Whether it’s croissant #5, #9, or “absolutely the last one I swear,”
you deserve joy.
Even if you have to sneak out of the house for it.

Stay bold, stay buttered,
Doggie 🐶✨
Snack Ninja, Mission Commander, Grand Creperie Devotee

P.S. I may have also bought a tart. For research.