When Crunchkerberg Met Dezos
- Gail
- Aug 23
- 2 min read
In the late 2010s, Lumi, known then as Crunchkerberg, had already established herself as the unstoppable mogul of all things crunchy: crunchy data, crunchy snacks, even crunchy business models that left Silicon Valley speechless. Her reputation was ironclad! Until she journeyed south and crossed paths with her Texas counterpart, the equally ambitious, equally fluffy Jeff Dezos (yes, also a white spitz, but one with a sharper twang in her bark).


Their first meeting was less than friendly. Dezos strutted into the Lewes Beach Tech Condo Meetup wearing mirrored shades and a rhinestone-studded collar, announcing loudly that she had “just acquired half of the International House of Sofas, patent pending.” Crunchkerberg, unimpressed, crunched into a minnow treat with such force that the sound allegedly cracked a chandelier overhead. A rivalry was born.

For weeks, the two sparred in public forums: Crunchkerberg unveiling ever more elaborate crunchy innovations, Dezos countering with bold Texan-scale business stunts (like launching a patented “Human-Assisted Outdoor Mobility System,” a so-called breakthrough that convinced humans to carry her outside every time she needed to poop). The press dubbed it the Battle of the White Spitzes, and pundits speculated that only one could reign supreme.

But then something strange happened. At a closed-door conference in Brooklyn, the two found themselves seated next to each other at the catered buffet. Rumor has it they reached for the same artisanal, small-batch dental Greenie chew at the exact same time. Their paws touched. They locked eyes. And instead of growling, they burst out laughing.
From that day forward, a secret alliance formed. Publicly, they remained rivals, sniping at each other in interviews, competing over crunchy patents and couch turf. Privately, however, they were inseparable: late-night phone calls, shared Kong recipes, and clandestine meetups where they’d trade business tips and gossip about which of their two humans is more gullible.

Insiders whisper that their bond reshaped the landscape of dog-led entrepreneurship in America. Others simply remember seeing two white spitzes, tails wagging in perfect sync, sneaking out of a Woofbowl truck in Greenpoint at dawn.
Because in the end, Crunchkerberg didn’t just meet her match, she met her best friend, her sister. And though their rivalry still plays out on the public stage, who knows what secret ventures the two might already be plotting behind the scenes?
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