My Secret Passion…

Inspired by the “tell all” culture I observe on television (I am an avid fan of the tube!), I thought it was about time I came clean: I am a CHOCOHOLIC.  Really, it’s true.  In spite of the warnings specifically targeted at canines, I just can’t help myself.  My Daddy loves nuts; My Mommy loves ice cream.   So you see, I am no different. 

Except that lately, there’s a problem.  It seems that I have become altogether too brazen in pursuit of those precious morsels.  It used to be that I’d simply mosey on down the long corridor and pop into a freshly-made -up guest room.  There I’d peruse with my well-attuned snout and reach over for the perfectly-placed Hershey’s Kisses.  I’d work my way easily through the wrapper and savor those delicious tidbits…like nobody’s business.

That’s when the trouble began….you see, My Mommy  has an eagle eye.  What she can’t sniff, she can certainly see.  She’d eye those  tiny wrapper remnants and think that a guest had mistakenly dropped a piece of wrapper, or that the dang vacuum cleaner was on the fritz again. She was clearly baffled.  During the BIG POWER OUTAGE NOR’EASTER that swept through here in October (like nobody’s business, I might add), My Daddy caught me, red-handed, or, snouted, as the case may be. 

Life hasn’t been the same ever since.  When My Mommy returned from her business trip to Atlanta, she made quick business of moving those luscious morsels to higher ground. 

I’ll tell you, life without my secret passion takes some getting used to…maybe you can relate.

 Yours truly,

Miss Noelle

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