One tough hombre.

I don't think I know anyone who doesn't like chocolate. If I ever did know someone who disliked it, I guess I erased them from memory. Simon (chihuahua #3), is no exception - he *LOVES* his chocolate. Now, I know what all of you doggie-lovers out there are saying, I hear you in unison chanting "BUT CHOCOLATE CAN KILL DOGS"! Um, yeah, I know, but so can the streets of Trenton (where this poor little pup was found before I adopted him). But Sy made it through that, so I don't think a morsel of chocolate is going to be his kryptonite. I indulge him once in a while and give him a bite and he trots away happy as, well, a former street chi-chi, now eating a nice piece of chocolate. Tonight, Simon went too far. As I was unpacking our lunch cooler, I found a few leftover Peppermint Patties and threw them on the table. Zeke saw them, snatched them up, and ran for the hills. As I yelled for him to stop in his tracks, he panicked, dropped one, and Sy scooped it up and headed for the Happy Hut. (Side Note: the Happy Hut is a tiny little heated doggie hut located in our den for the chi-chi's. It stays heated year-round for optimal chihuahua pleasure.) Now, as I said, I'm fine with Sy having a taste of chocolate - milk chocolate, that is. If you know your candy, you'll know that Peppermint Patties are coated in DARK CHOCOLATE - *not* good for a pup. As soon as I realized all of these details, I ran and dove in the Happy Hut. Simon (all 4 pounds of him) wrestled with me, wouldn't give in (that's the STREET in him...) and simply swallowed the Peppermint Patty, foil wrapping and all. I've never lost battle to a 4 pounder before. Tonight I did. It's been about 2 hours and Sy is happy as, well, a former street chi-chi who just enjoyed a nice Peppermint Patty, wrapper and all.