The Great Treat Heist 🐾

Around here, treat time isn’t peaceful. It’s a full-blown heist movie played out in miniature. Blind Bear, against all odds, is the undisputed mastermind. He doesn’t need eyes when he’s got instincts sharper than a bloodhound on a mission. Drop a crumb, and somehow, he’s already halfway to swallowing it before anyone else realizes it even exists.

Then there’s Lola. Sweet, wiggly Lola, who turns into an opportunist faster than you can say “cookie.” She’ll wait on the sidelines, pretending to mind her own business, until the moment arrives. Then—BAM!—she launches herself into the chaos, all paws, tail wags, and Olympic-level determination. If she thinks she can win, she’s all in.

And poor Mocha. Always left behind, always the victim of the crime. If she could talk, she’d probably file a formal complaint with management. In her opinion, Bear should be jailed for repeat robberies, sentenced to solitary with nothing but kibble rations. And Lola? Mocha would roll her eyes and mutter, “Girl, stay in your lane. You had your chance. Leave my snacks alone.”

But alas, Mocha’s pleas go unheard. Instead, she’s left sitting in the wreckage of another heist, crumbs scattered, dignity bruised. Yet somehow, she still believes tomorrow will be her day.

In this house, treat time isn’t sharing time. It’s survival of the sassiest — and so far, Bear’s rap sheet just keeps getting longer.