You’d think “treat time” was a sacred ceremony around here. The second she hears the crinkle of the bag, her ears shoot up and her whole body freezes in anticipation. That laser focus is unmatched — nothing exists except the treat.
What follows is a display of manners so perfect it could be in a training video: sit, paw, down, all before I even say a word. But when I finally hand it over, she takes it so gently it melts my heart.
Treat time isn’t just about snacks — it’s about trust, patience, and joy. It’s our little ritual, a moment of reward for both of us. Her happiness is contagious, and those eyes say it all: “Worth it.”





