Get the door. It's Domino's!

We have a little tradition in the “Nelson” household. Every Thursday night is pizza night! During the regular TV season this is coupled with the awesomeness of NBC's Must-See-TV, not to mention Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice. Thank goodness for DVRs.

We certainly aren't pizza snobs and love most of the big chains. With delivery service being a major selling point, we are frequently ordering Papa John's or Domino's. We have nothing against Pizza Hut, but we have apparently moved into the only suburb in America that does not have a Pizza Hut restaurant, let alone Pizza Hut delivery.

So Thursday nights typically go a little something like this in our household...

First, I go online to place our order with whatever coupon is featured that week. Let's face it, paying full price for most of these pizzas is a rip-off. I then get a confirmation email and about 30 minutes later my cell phone rings with the delivery guy asking to be buzzed into the building. This naturally sets the dogs into a barking frenzy, since like Pavlov's dogs they too can be trained to associate a “bell” stimulus with a predictable response, and they have come to recognize the generic T-Mobile ring tone on my cell as danger, danger! At least, I was clever enough to give close friends and family a custom ring tone, which seems to have thrown the girls off for now. Anyways, about five minutes later (since we live in a building with elevators that could quite possibly be the slowest in the entire world), there is a knock on the door which prompts my ever dutiful guard dogs to rush the door. Meanwhile, my fiancé arms himself with the squirt water bottle and commands “no bark!” He opens the door and the girls realize, that just like last Thursday, it is the pizza man who brings delicious smelling food to them, and perhaps they should try to be his friend. Some delivery guys (and the occasional gal) like to make small talk about the dogs, paying them compliments and probably secretly hoping it will earn them a slightly higher tip. Smart!

So one Thursday night, a couple of months ago, the scene is playing out as usual. For whatever reason though, the girls aren't dressed, which is definitely odd for them, but I'd wager to say not for most dogs. We hear knocks at the door, and while making small talk, the delivery guy comments on the fact the girls aren't dressed. I'm not sure if this was an accusation of doggie neglect, or if we just order too much pizza!

Smile Rory! Maybe we'll end up in an ad.



I'm pretty sure they got two pizzas, so we could each have our own.

Yorkie bookends for pizza?

Remember how Rory and Lane were named for Gilmore Girls? Well, one of my favorite scenes involves Lorelai asking her dog, Paul Anka, his thoughts on pizza versus salad (about 40 seconds in):

And here is Rory, who seems to be in total agreement with Paul Anka:

Here's your pizza Rory!

Oh, and since I like to "just say no" to pancreatitis and avoid potential emergency room vet visits, not to mention their prices when possible, Rory and Lane do NOT get to eat any of the pepperoni or sausage off of the pizza. The most they get is a tiny bite of crust. Works well for me since I'm a vegetarian and would prefer not to touch the meat anyways.

Get the Look

Rory and Lane's Truly Oscar floral braided tank dresses can be found here.

The coordinating bows with their intials on them can be found here.