Chocolate

Dove dark chocolates, in their unmistakable red foil wrappers, are my favorites. I eat lots of them and everyone, friend and family alike, knows of my great weakness for these tasty little pleasures.

When walking the dog with my husband on a recent day, I saw one of those red wrappers in the street, the luscious piece of chocolate squished flat by a car tire. Who knows, I may have been the one who dropped it since I sometimes carry Doves in my pockets.

Our dog is quick to snatch up anything edible he encounters on our walks regardless of how spoiled and nasty it might be, so when I saw the flattened chocolate I warned George to not let Prince get hold of it. Chocolate is poisonous to dogs, after all.

“Prince isn’t the one I was worried about,” George said, his hand poised to pull me back as he so often does with the dog.

Perhaps my addiction is more serious than I realized.