We had a little Easter basket on the dining room sideboard — jelly beans, a chocolate/coconut “nest,” a couple of large chocolate bunnies for ear nipping on an Easter afternoon, and of course a few Peeps. If I lived alone, there would be no Peeps in the basket, but Beth has a taste for them at a certain age, and so they are part of our annual tooth-decay ritual.
Imagine my surprise to learn that in the night a certain dog had stood on her hind feet and with what must have been heroically athletic tongue-work managed to enjoy a lot of the candy near the front of the basket. Casualties included the chocolate/coconut nest and two Peeps. The first Peep she must have pretty much inhaled, as they do. The second was found on the floor, bitten in half and discarded. Too much of a good thing, I wondered; or, more likely, Peeps are an acquired taste and even the dog hates them.
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chocolate is very bad for dogs – keep an eye on your dog to make certain she is not adversely affected
Thanks, Doug. She’s about fifty pounds and only had a few candies. We’re keeping our eyes open, but except for a few lady-like burps and a sugar buzz that sent her running and leaping an extra mile or two today, she seems to be doing okay.
I shared your distaste for Peeps until I discovered, a few years ago, an open container of them in the back of a cupboard. In a period of two or three months (they are indestructible, you know), they had gotten hard and chewy instead of the soft and bouncy texture when new.
Now I stock up at Easter, tear open the cellophane and hide them in the cupboard for a treat in June.
Yes! A woman after my own heart! Chewy Peeps are the best. And just to clarify the picture of Molly’s eating and rejecting the Peeps, you need to know that they were the yellow bunny Peeps, not the chicks. So the bunny-half with the ears lying there on the floor was particularly pathetic . . .
Chewy Peeps… I always wondered how mankind determined what was edible and what was fatally poisonous. Like, who sorted the mushrooms from the toadstools? Now I know. It was brave explorer women like yourself, tasting aged Peeps for edibility. My hat is off to you both.