My pet groundhog loved pizza, too. And my Mom’s lasagna.
In addition to waiting for the pizza guy to hand him a slice on the way to the house, whenever mom pulled a lasagna out of the oven he’d position himself at the glass front door and peer in until she pulled it out and cooled off a piece for him. She’d open the door and he’d scramble over the threshold and through the house to the kitchen where he’d stand at attention waiting for her to set it down.
All animals are Italian but not all Italians are animals.
He was free to come and go as he pleased, and though I thought he would demolish my veggie garden he didn’t take much interest in it.
He did remove just about every dandelion he could find from our yard and all the neighbor’s yards. I had a big bed of asters that he’d nibble all the time - enough he could barely keep up with, so his nibbling made them thicker and in the fall I got more blooms because of it. But he left my corn, sweet peppers, strawberries, beans, cucumbers, zuchini and tomatoes alone so I didn’t have to fence them. I did give him all the vegetable scraps and once in a while an ear of sweet corn, which he would eat one row at a time holding it horizontally. He also had his own bar of soap at the entrance to his hole. He would shave a little soap off of it with his teeth and run it through his fur, especially his little fluffy tail. I’m real glad Biden wasn’t around to try to sniff it.
He’d also play tug of war if you were brave enough to let him hook his teeth over your finger. And he was unbelievably strong, he could pull you if there was enough traction for his feet.
He did like to swipe things and carry them underground.