Croissant Cronicles, Part Two

I just wanted to bring the croissant to the couch.
Just the couch.
A short journey. A noble quest. A fluffy boy and his pastry.

But I made a mistake.

A beautiful, buttery, flake-shattering mistake.

🐾 Phase 1: The Lift-Off

It started well.
I picked it up with both paws. I whispered something brave. Mini Blue cheered (quietly).
Pandy said, “Maybe use a plate?”

I didn’t.

🌪️ Phase 2: Crumbquake

Three steps in:
CRUNCH

Flakes. Flakes everywhere.
A golden trail formed behind me like some kind of snack Hansel.

They got in my hoodie.
They got in my fur.
They got in Mini Blue’s ear.

🧼 Phase 3: Cleanup Negotiations

Pandy surveyed the situation.
He calmly brought the vacuum.
I fled with the croissant.

Mini Blue attempted to collect the flakes into a pile.
It became a flake fort.
I tried to live there.

🐾 Final Thought:

Some snacks are meant to be eaten.
Some are meant to be admired.
And some… will follow you forever.

Let your flake trail be proud.
Let your snack journey be crumb-filled.
And maybe—just maybe—use a plate next time.

But I won’t. Probably.

Crumbfully yours,
Doggie 🐶✨
Croissant Wrangler, Flake Tracker, Couch Hazard

P.S. We found a piece under the blanket three days later. I ate it. It was still good.