C is for Chocolate
Chocolate—oh how I love thee. I also have a sweet spot for dogs as well. Anyone who’s ever owned a dog knows that these two luvs do not mix!
While living in Siena, I had the great pleasure of getting a true sense of the culture by living in a home stay. My “Italian Mother,” Anna Bellacini, cooked divine Tuscan meals with a side of Pecorino Romano every night. I was not allowed to touch anything in the kitchen or clean dishes—ever. That being said, my personal collection of decadent chocolate treats was tucked away in my bedroom.
Everything changed when Anna’s 12-year old dog, Colle, discovered my secret stash. I came home from school only to find bits of chocolate wrappers scattered about. Did I Colle survive? Thankfully, yes! Colle lived to see another day and I ate a little less chocolate thanks to her keen sense of smell.
