The Treat You’d Guard With Your Life 🍫
This morning, Bear had one of his “good” treats. Not the casual chew-it-and-move-on kind, but the special kind — the kind that changes posture. Instead of eating it right away, he laid directly on top of it. Full body weight. Chin slightly lifted. Eyes half-open but alert. If Mocha wandered too close, there was a low growl — not aggressive, just informational. Boundary established. Watching him guard that treat made me pause. When was the last time I protected something that way? Not money. Not responsibilities. Not other people’s feelings. But something that felt like a treat to me. If you had one thing you wouldn’t share, wouldn’t apologize for, wouldn’t hand over just because someone else wanted a bite, what would it be? Maybe it’s your quiet morning coffee before the house wakes up. Maybe it’s your creative projects, your peace, your time, or a slow Sunday that no one gets to rearrange. And how would you protect it? Would you block it on your calendar and treat it like a non-ne...