Croissant Cronicles, Part One

This is not just a croissant.
This is the croissant.

Flaky. Golden. Larger than my head.
Soft in the middle. A little dramatic on the outside.
(Just like me.)

I met it on a regular morning. But it was no regular pastry.

The moment I held it, something shifted inside me.
A warmth. A spark.
A whisper that said:

“You don’t need a reason. You just need the croissant.”

🐾 It’s More Than Food

Some plushies have lucky socks.
Some carry pocket rocks.
I carry this croissant.

• When I’m nervous? I hug it.

• When I’m sad? I sniff the butter.

• When I forget what day it is? I ask the croissant. (It doesn’t answer. But it understands.)
  
  

Pandy says I’m being “slightly theatrical.”
Mini Blue made it a tiny seatbelt.
So now it’s officially part of the crew.

🎒 A Travel Companion

We’ve been through a lot together:

• It flaked in my backpack. I didn’t mind.

• It rolled off the couch. I caught it.

• It almost got nibbled by accident during a midnight snack panic. I defended it.
  
  

It’s seen me at my best. My messiest. My sleepiest.
And never once judged me.

🐾 Final Thought:

Some bonds can’t be explained.
They don’t need to be logical. Or tidy. Or even practical.

Sometimes, you just meet a croissant…
and know in your fluff that you’ll carry it forever.

Or at least until it gets weird.

With buttery devotion,
Doggie 🐶✨
Snack Guardian, Crumb Companionist, Croissant Loyalist

P.S. I put a little bow on it. Now it’s formal.