A Well-Earned Crunch

My stomach gave a hearty rumble the second I trotted back into the kitchen! After a full day of clearing paths out on the porch, a hard-working pup needs a proper post-shift snack. Right beside the wooden stool leg, I spotted the jackpot: a crunchy, salted pretzel twist resting neat and tidy on the tile. I bounded over, gave it a thorough sniff test, and nudged it forward with my nose. Sturdy build, no cracks! I braced my front paws and rolled it onto the soft braided runner to dig in. That first salty crunch tasted like pure victory!