Once upon a time, a long, long, time ago (more than 35 years), my husband and I were dating. As Easter approached he bought me a solid chocolate rabbit as a gift. We left it, in it’s box, on an end table in the living room when we went out for the evening.

When we got home the rabbit was partially out of the box, but still in place on the end table, and it’s long chocolatey ears had been bitten off.

The cat immediately pointed a paw at the dog who looked slightly, but not completely, guilty.

Long before we knew anything about dogs and chocolate we laughed at how Daisy the Sheltie managed to nibble the ears off while leaving most of the rabbit still in the box on the table. And to this day when it’s chocolate bunny season we remember Daisy and what a delicate and polite girl she was

No dogs were injured in the making of this post. A hollow chocolate rabbit was, sadly, sacrificed.