She knows the routine. The rustle of the treat bag is her cue — the “dealer” has arrived. She trots over, sits perfectly, and flashes her best “good girl” smile. Negotiations begin.
There’s an art to how she does it — charm, patience, and perfect timing. One look, one tilt of the head, and I’m already giving in. She’s got me trained just as much as I’ve trained her.
Snack time isn’t just about food — it’s about connection, playfulness, and that shared moment of joy. She’s the best little hustler I know.





