Her head resting atop a pile of red cardboard takeout boxes, a doe-eyed dog gazes upward, presumably at the pizza delivery person or other Human in Charge. The lol caption reads, “ai jus wants to smell it a little.” Such a fibber, that one!

#vegan #noms on the twitters this week:

Also, have voted in Pizza Express’s Create Your Pizza Challenge yet? No? Well, what are you waiting for? Give the Pizza Levantina some electoral love, pretty please with Daiya on top?: www.pizzaexpress.com/create-your-pizza/vote/

And let’s close things out with a super-adorable song from Sesame Street: “I Love My Hair,” which encourages young girls of color to love their hair, as is, without the use of chemicals, dyes, straight irons, and other miscellaneous “beauty” aids (read: torture devices). You can read an interview with songwriter Joey Mazzarino, who wrote the song for his young daughter, at the Huffington Post.

Don’t need a trip to the beauty shop,
’cause I love what I got on top.
It’s curly and it’s brown and it’s right up there!
You know what I love? That’s right, my hair!
I really love my hair.
I love my hair. I love my hair.
There’s nothing else that can compare with my hair.
I love my hair, so I must declare:
I really, really, really love my hair.
Wear a clippy or in a bow
Or let it sit in an afro
My hair looks good in a cornrow
It does so many things you know, that’s why I let it grow
I love my hair, I love my hair
I love it and I have to share
I love my hair, I love my hair!
I want to make the world aware I love my hair.
I wear it up. I wear down. I wear it twisted all around.
I wear braids and pigtails too.
I love all the things my hair can do.
In barrettes or flying free, ever perfect tresses you’ll see
My hair is part of me, an awesome part of me
I really love my hair!