I came home from work at the usual time last evening to find Rolli eagerly awaiting my return. It warms my heart to know I am so happily greeted each day. Rolli jumped up on my legs, ruffing and snorting, obviously thrilled with my arrival, and aware that she would have the opportunity to go outside and "do her thing" and play. "Just a moment", said I. "I must put my things down in the bedroom." So I walk into the bedroom, where Rolli spends each day while I am at work, and I look down in horror. The floor was covered, COVERED, I tell you, with empty wrappers from a Reeses PB cup bag. A bag my husband had bought over the weekend, after Halloween. He hadn't ever taken it from the bag and put it away, and the bag had been sitting in a box, about two feet up. The box, needless to say, was laying on it's side, on the floor. The Reeses bag was scattered amongst the salivaed brown and orange wrappers. The brown paper cups were soaked, but every last droplet of chocolate was gone. Rolli stood in the doorway as I surveyed her handiwork, but as soon as I looked at her, the ears drooped down and she lay on the ground, her chocolate brown eyes blinking at me.

"Out!" I say, the anger and fear settling in my stomach, replacing the joy I'd felt only moments ago when I'd first come home. She went outside while I cleaned up her chocolate banquet.

Rolli had a LOT of energy last night, needless to say. I found the bag that my husband had never put away, and in it I found an entire, unopened bag of Snickers. Apparantly, the whole nuts found in Snickers aren't as good as the peanut butter filling inside a Reeses. After I let her back in the house, she made a beeline into her chocolate den. She looked at me, pleading, "Where is my mess, my wonderful smelling, tasty chocolate, Mom?" She disappeared under the bed, only to return with a single chocolate cup, the slight remains of chocolate still smeared over the paper. She lay it down in front of her, and started to roll on it.

Rolli is DEFINITELY a chocoholic. Fortunately, she appears to be fine. It wasn't fatal this time, something I am certainly grateful for. I removed all traces of food from her area, and I have put the chocolate into a kitchen drawer way above her head and out of the area she spends her unsupervised day in. A quick reminder to all of you, especially those who have children or halloween candy laying around still.. Never underestimate the desire of a chocolate loving corgi!

Story by: Shyla P. Johnson