Croissant Cronicles, Part Six

Some plushies talk to houseplants.
Some talk to the moon.
I talk to the croissant.

And the croissant?
It answers.

Not with words.
With presence. With vibe. With buttery certainty.

Whenever I don’t know what to do, I sit with it.
And suddenly, the flaky layers align… and clarity begins to rise.

📝 Croissant-Advised Life Decisions

1. Should I wear the red hoodie again?

Croissant flaked gently in approval.
I wore it. Crumbs matched the vibe.

2. Should I forgive Pandy for eating the last slice of pie without asking?

One soft middle glance from the croissant.
It reminded me: we all make emotional snack decisions.
I forgave. (Eventually.)

3. Do I try to stack two naps today, or just one long one?

Croissant tilted toward both.
I flopped immediately. Dreamed of frosting.

4. Should I eat the croissant now?

Croissant said nothing.
That meant not yet.

I didn’t eat it. I consulted it. There’s a difference.

🐙 Mini Blue’s Take

Mini Blue once placed a googly eye on the croissant and bowed.
They understand the sacred.

🐼 Pandy’s Take

Pandy walked by, saw me whispering to it, and said:

“Let me know when it suggests vacuuming.”

Still waiting.

🐾 Final Thought:

You don’t need all the answers.
You just need something—or someone—to sit with you as you figure it out.

For me, that something is flaky, warm, and smells like hope.
Respect your croissant.
And it might just guide you home.

Layer by layer,
Doggie 🐶✨
Pastry Disciple, Emotionally Buttered Thinker, Soft-Focused Strategist

P.S. It still hasn’t said I should eat it. But I think it’s close.