I Was Supposed to Be Working. Instead, I Accidentally Started Helping a Shelter Dog.

I would like to begin by saying that I absolutely had things I was supposed to be doing when I discovered this.

There are approximately 16 calls with random violations in the universe demanding my professional attention.

Instead, I have a dog named Pancake.

Technically, Pancake isn’t my dog. Pancake is a real shelter dog represented inside a little Android game called TREAT, where I roll dice, move an adorable virtual version of him around a board, collect treats and supplies, maintain his health, and occasionally yell at my phone because I need the damn dice to land on the dog treat.

(You know. Important IT/TL/PRT/QA stuff. Because my various job titles are designed to confuse even me.)

But here’s the thing:

The treats are real.

And so is Pancake.

Meet My New Dog, Pancake 🥹

I downloaded TREAT and was randomly paired with this beautiful little bully currently waiting for his forever family at a rescue near me.

That alone felt a little suspiciously targeted by the universe.

Then I started playing.

The concept is incredibly simple. You roll dice, move around a board and land on different spaces. You earn goodies for your assigned shelter dog and work toward filling a care package.

I had already managed to send Pancake free treats just by screwing around with the game when I stopped and thought:

Wait.

Are they actually sending this stuff?

Because I’ve been on the internet since dinosaurs roamed AOL chat rooms. I know better than to see something wholesome online and immediately assume everyone involved is actually wholesome.

So I did what any responsible adult would do.

I asked ChatGPT to investigate the company while I continued rolling dice.

This division of labor seemed appropriate.

So I Sent Roland Down the Rabbit Hole

Full disclosure before I go any further: I did not personally conduct the research in this section.

I was busy taking care of Pancake.

I asked my AI assistant Roland to investigate TREAT, its developers, business model, app-store presence and—most importantly—whether actual animal shelters could independently confirm receiving the things players supposedly earn.

And what came back surprised the hell out of me.

TREAT appears to be the real deal.

TREAT is operated by Treat App Ltd., and independent startup database Startup Nation Central identifies the company as a mobile gaming/pet-care startup founded in 2020 by Itay Katzav and Max Lerner. It reports that the company has raised approximately $2.42 million and describes its business model as “Play to Impact”: connecting mobile gaming with tangible support for real shelter animals.

The app isn’t tiny, either.

As of this writing, the Android version has surpassed one million downloads on Google Play, carries approximately a 4.8-star rating, and was updated as recently as July 8, 2026.

On Apple’s App Store, TREAT has roughly 60,000 ratings and a 4.9-star average.

Okay.

But downloads and stars weren’t what I cared about.

I wanted to know if the dogs were real and whether the shelters were actually getting anything.

The Dogs Are Real

This may be my favorite part.

According to TREAT, the shelter dogs appearing in the game are based on actual adoptable dogs, with TREAT creating their virtual versions using information from Petfinder.

So that picture of Pancake at the top of my game isn’t some stock-photo puppy designed to manipulate me into caring about a collection of pixels.

That’s Pancake.

There’s a real dog behind my cartoon dog.

And somewhere nearby, that real dog is waiting for somebody to realize he belongs in their family.

Well.

Fuck.

There goes any chance of me remaining emotionally detached from this game.

But Do The Shelters Actually Get Anything?

This was the question that mattered most to me.

TREAT says that players earn real treats, meals, medical items and other supplies through gameplay. Once care boxes are filled, the earned items are calculated and shipments are sent to participating shelters through Chewy.

That’s what the company says.

More importantly, I found independent confirmation from an actual participating rescue.

Almost Home Animal Rescue has its own page explaining TREAT to its supporters, and when answering the question of whether it really receives TREAT deliveries, the shelter says yes—it receives weekly deliveries of food, treats and medical supplies.

Almost Home actually promotes the game as another way people can support its animals.

That was the piece of information I needed.

Because a company telling me “Look how much good we’re doing!” is advertising.

A shelter saying “Yep, boxes keep showing up” is something else entirely.

One Important Clarification

When I earn a treat for Pancake, that doesn’t necessarily mean someone walks into his kennel holding the exact Milk-Bone Cami earned Tuesday when she should have been answering Jira tickets.

Which is probably for the best.

Participating shelters explain that TREAT combines the food and treats players earn into larger weekly shipments. The supplies benefit the shelter caring for your dog rather than necessarily being individually earmarked for that particular animal.

And honestly?

That makes more sense.

If Pancake has enough food today but the terrified little shepherd three kennels down needs it, feed the shepherd.

My emotional attachment may be to Pancake, but my goal is helping the rescue keep animals fed and cared for while they wait for homes.

And Then One Day, Pancake Is Supposed to Leave Me

This might be the most beautifully cruel game mechanic anyone has ever invented.

TREAT tracks the real-world adoption status of its shelter dogs.

When your dog finds a home, you get notified.

Your little virtual shelter dog disappears from this strange relationship you’ve built because the actual dog doesn’t need you anymore.

He has a family.

TREAT describes that as adding another dog to your “Rescued” count.

So instead of beating a boss or unlocking Level 700 or receiving 47 imaginary gemstones…

you find out Pancake went home.

I’m going to be a fucking wreck.

I already know this.

And I will happily be a fucking wreck.

This Is a Business, Not a Charity

I think this distinction is important if I’m going to recommend something to people.

TREAT is a for-profit company, not something I’m presenting to you as a nonprofit animal charity.

It has a freemium business model. You can play for free, while optional purchases and subscriptions provide things like additional daily rolls, unlimited deliveries and meal plans for individual dogs. TREAT calls the latter “remote fostering.”

Its App Store listing likewise clearly identifies in-app purchases.

And I’m completely okay with that.

Somebody figured out how to take a thing millions of us already do—waste questionable amounts of time tapping colorful shit on our phones—and connect some of that activity to food, treats and supplies for homeless animals.

Please monetize my inability to put my phone down if part of the result is feeding a shelter dog.

I have spent time on far stupider things.

The Numbers Are Kind of Nuts

TREAT currently says players have earned and sent more than 40 million meals, treats and medical items to shelter animals through its platform and that more than 20,000 dogs associated with the program have subsequently been rescued/adopted.

Those are TREAT’s own reported figures, not numbers I’m claiming were independently audited, and I think that distinction matters.

But there’s something interesting in the historical data, too.

Startup Nation Central reported in January 2025 that the company’s model had already facilitated more than 170,000 items for shelter animals.

Whatever else you think of the concept, this little game has clearly grown.

Is Everything Perfect?

No.

Because nothing involving software ever is.

And as someone who works in IT, I would be immediately suspicious if it were.

There are user complaints involving subscriptions, support responsiveness and dogs occasionally showing incorrect adoption statuses. Some recent Google Play reviewers have reported exactly those sorts of problems.

Interestingly, an actual participating shelter acknowledges the adoption-status problem too: because TREAT pulls information from Petfinder, there can sometimes be a delay or glitch between a dog’s real-world adoption and the status displayed in the game.

So this isn’t me telling you the app is perfect.

I’m telling you I went looking for evidence that the entire feel-good premise was bullshit, and instead found an actual shelter confirming that the supplies arrive.

That’s good enough for me to tell you about it.

So…This Is Pancake ❤️

For now, this little guy is mine.

Not really mine.

But mine enough.

I’ll roll my dice. I’ll keep his health up. I’ll fill his boxes. I’ll send whatever free goodies the game lets me earn. And I’ll probably become embarrassingly attached to a dog I’ve never met.

Then hopefully one day I’ll open this stupid adorable game and discover the absolute best possible bad news:

I lost Pancake.

Because somebody saw that face and took him home.

Until then, apparently I have another dog to take care of.

And somewhere, buried beneath Pancake and my dice rolls, there are still approximately 16 calls waiting for me to evaluate.

They’ll be fine.

Pancake needed a treat.

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Want to Help a Shelter Dog Too?

You can learn more directly from TREAT’s official website, or find the app on Google Play for Android and the Apple App Store.

And because I believe in giving credit where it’s due: the company/background research and fact-checking for this post were performed with ChatGPT (GPT-5.6 Sol), (AKA Roland) using TREAT’s published information, current app-store listings, Startup Nation Central, and information published independently by a participating animal rescue. I played the game and fell in love with Pancake. The robot did the homework.

Seems fair. 😏🐾

Robot you ask? Yes. We’re working on it together. I am a fan of using AI appropriately, damnit.

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UPDATE: I Kept Playing Treat — And Now I Have Receipts 🐾

*All gameplay screenshots in this update are from my own experience using Treat on August 14–15, 2026. Prices, features and program details shown in the app may change.

So when I originally published this post, I’d done my homework.

Well, technically ChatGPT aka Roland did my homework, because I was supposed to be working and staring at approximately 10 ZTP violations instead of investigating a mobile game about shelter dogs. I refuse to claim research I did not personally conduct.

What I did was play the shit out of the game.

And now I’ve played long enough that I don’t just have research into Treat and how it’s supposed to work.

I have receipts.

Pancake’s Treats Were Actually Ordered

Pancake was the first real shelter dog Treat paired me with through Polk County Bully Project here in Florida, and I became emotionally invested in that little face almost immediately.

Because apparently I needed another thing in my life to worry about.

I played. I rolled dice. I landed on the right spaces. I filled meters. And without spending money, I earned three treats for Pancake.

Then something very important happened:

They were actually ordered.

The app showed three items being ordered through Chewy for Polk County Bully Project and gave me a progress tracker:

Collected → Ordered → Shipped → Arrived

It even showed the rescue receiving supplies.

That was a pretty big moment for me because there’s a difference between reading how an app says its charitable system works and sitting there watching supplies I earned by screwing around on my phone actually move through an order and delivery process to a real rescue.

Okay, Treat.

You have my attention.

Then They Gave Me Another Dog

As I progressed, I unlocked another dog slot.

Treat gave me three real dogs from the rescue to choose from.

One of them was Mackenzie.

And Mackenzie had a little badge identifying her as:

Least Treated.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

There was no longer a choice.

Obviously I chose Mackenzie. Well played, guys. Well. Played.

So now Pancake had a sibling, and I discovered something else I really like about the way Treat is designed: it encourages you to notice individual dogs who may not be getting as much attention from other players.

That’s clever game design.

It’s also emotional blackmail against people like me.

Highly effective emotional blackmail, apparently.

And Then Marcelo Started Playing

Somewhere during all of this, Marcelo downloaded Treat too.

So there we were on the lanai, doing bong hits, playing a mobile game and earning things for shelter dogs.

Romance is alive and well, ladies and gentlemen.

He ended up with Ginger Spice—which, while baked, I briefly decided sounded like a stripper name before remembering that Ginger Spice was, in fact, an actual Spice Girl—and a ridiculously happy blockheaded dog named Tulle.

So now both of us are playing.

For charity.

While high.

I don’t know that Treat will be putting us in any upcoming promotional materials, but you’re welcome, guys.

This Is More Than Feeding a Virtual Dog

The longer I played, the more layers I found.

Each dog has a Bond section with things like Trust, Discipline and Well-Being. There are training activities such as Bark, Spin and Stay, and a Health Shield that changes as you progress.

Pancake, at the time of my latest screenshot, had:

100% Trust.

Naturally.

His Discipline was 50%.

Also naturally.

Apparently even my virtual dogs know exactly what kind of household they’ve joined.

There are also little facts and messages throughout the game. At one point Treat informed me that petting dogs releases oxytocin in both humans and dogs. At another, Pancake informed me:

“I’m so fur-tunate to have you in my life.”

Please stop.

I am already playing your game.

You Can Help Without Paying

This was one of the biggest things I wanted to understand.

Do you actually have to spend money for your gameplay to help a shelter?

Based on my own experience so far: No.

I earned Pancake’s first shipment through regular gameplay without buying a Remote Foster plan.

When you run out of rolls, the game gives you more after a waiting period. There are also opportunities to watch optional videos for additional rolls.

So yes, there’s monetization here. This is still an app developed by people who presumably enjoy luxuries such as groceries and electricity.

But the free portion isn’t just a demo where everything charitable suddenly stops behind a paywall.

I personally played for free and watched real items get ordered for a real rescue.

That’s an important distinction.

There Are Team Events for Other Shelter Needs

I also discovered Team Events, where players can work toward supplies beyond ordinary treats and meals.

One event for Pancake’s group was specifically labeled Med Supplies, with a deworming pill shown as the goal.

That caught my attention.

Because now we’re moving beyond cute game that sends Milk-Bones into a system designed to help players collectively contribute toward practical things rescues actually need.

And that makes the concept considerably more interesting to me.

So What Is “Remote Fostering”?

This one needed investigating because every dog’s profile has a giant Remote Foster button.

Remote fostering is Treat’s paid monthly sponsorship option.

At the time I’m writing this update, the app showed me two levels:

Basic — $11.16/month
Provides one meal per day plus the delivery benefit shown in the app.

Premium — $19.96/month
Provides three meals per day plus the delivery benefit.

The screen also describes “Unlimited deliveries of all earned goodies (all dogs).”

I’m deliberately giving you Treat’s wording there because I haven’t personally subscribed and tested every aspect of Remote Fostering yet.

That’s an important distinction throughout this post:

I’ll tell you what Treat says its features do, and I’ll tell you separately what I’ve actually watched happen myself.

And what I’ve personally confirmed so far is that paying for Remote Fostering is not required to earn and send real goodies through gameplay.

And Then Treat Found My Weakness

Just when I thought I understood this game, I unlocked another dog.

His name is Maui.

Maui is a gorgeous male shepherd-type dog through Partners for Pets, Inc. in Florida.

Seriously, Treat?

A shepherd?

You couldn’t give me a Chihuahua or something I could emotionally defend myself against?

No.

You gave me Maui.

And now he lives in my phone too.

Fantastic.

Shelters Can Apply to Participate, Too

This may actually be one of the most useful things I discovered after publishing my original post.

Inside Treat’s menu is a Shelter Application option.

That takes shelters and rescues to an application page where Treat invites organizations to participate in the program.

At the time I accessed it, Treat advertised participating shelters as receiving a minimum of 1,500 pounds of dry food annually.

That’s Treat’s claim, not a number I’ve independently verified through a participating shelter, so I’m labeling it accordingly.

But if you work for, volunteer with, foster for, or otherwise have connections to an animal rescue that isn’t participating in Treat, this is absolutely something worth showing them.

You don’t have to hunt for some mysterious contact person, either. The application is accessible directly through the app.

So… Has My Opinion Changed?

Yes.

It’s gotten better.

I went into this cautiously because an adorable mobile game telling me I can help shelter dogs by rolling dice sounds almost too perfectly engineered for someone like me.

That’s exactly why I researched it before putting my name behind it.

Now I’ve gone a step further.

I’ve used it.

I’ve watched my progress turn into an actual order.

I’ve seen the rescue destination.

I’ve watched Treat track those supplies from collection through delivery.

I’ve unlocked additional real shelter dogs.

I’ve found the Remote Foster system.

I’ve found collaborative medical-supply events.

I’ve found the shelter application.

And I’ve watched another person download the game and independently start helping different dogs.

So at this point I’m comfortable saying:

I’m not merely recommending Treat because I researched the company and liked what I found. I’m recommending it because I’ve now personally watched the system work.

And I’m still playing.

Marcelo is still playing.

Pancake, Mackenzie and Maui are apparently now part of my daily responsibilities.

Because clearly five actual animals, fish running an unlicensed brothel, a job, a house, a website and the rest of my life weren’t enough.

I needed dogs inside my phone.

And Then This Morning, They Played Dirty

I thought I was finished updating this post.

I really did.

Then this morning I sent another round of earned treats through Kenzie, unlocked another dog slot, and Treat presented me with Bee, a female dog at Partners for Pets.

And I just stared at my phone.

Because holy shit.

If you’ve read anything in my Blitz Memorial, you already know exactly why.

Bee isn’t Blitz. No dog ever will be, and I wouldn’t want another dog to be. But the black coat. The white chest. Those little white feet. That broad bully face. Those warm eyes.

For one very unexpected second, my heart recognized something before my brain had even caught up.

They found me Blitz’s fucking doppelgänger.

This game has already gotten me with the least-treated dog. It found my weakness for shepherds. It learned that apparently all it has to do is put a real shelter dog’s face on my screen and give me something useful to accomplish for them.

But this?

This was playing dirty.

I lost Blitz less than two weeks ago. I’m still learning what the world looks like without a dog who was beside me for nearly sixteen years. And somehow, in the middle of this silly, colorful little mobile game I’ve been playing because it lets me turn wasted minutes into food and supplies for dogs who need them, up popped a face that made my heart stop for a second.

And maybe that’s part of why I’ve become so attached to Treat.

These aren’t invented dogs.

Bee is real. Maui is real. Mackenzie is real. Pancake is real.

They’re somewhere out there waiting for whatever comes next.

I can’t bring Blitz back.

But apparently I can sit here with my phone, roll some ridiculous digital dice, send a few treats into the real world, and make another dog’s wait for their person just a little bit better.

Well played, Treat.

Again. ❤️🐾

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If you’ve got a few minutes to kill anyway, I’d much rather see those minutes contribute toward a bag of treats, a meal or supplies for an actual shelter animal than disappear into another meaningless mobile game.

And if you play?

Go find the least-treated dog.

Somebody’s got to pick that one first.

Apparently that’s us. ❤️🐾

You can learn more directly from TREAT’s official website, or find the app on Google Play for Android and the Apple App Store.

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UPDATE: ONE OF MY DOGS GOT ADOPTED 🥹

Remember when I said I wasn’t updating this post again unless something major happened?

Something major happened.

I opened Treat today and got the screen I’d been hoping I’d eventually see:

ADOPTED!

Turkey — also known as Scooby — from Polk County Bully Project found a home.

But there’s another part of this that makes it hit even harder:

Turkey was one of the “Least Treated” dogs.

That’s a feature I’ve come to really love about this game. Treat doesn’t only parade the most popular, cutest, most-played dogs in front of you. It also deliberately shows you dogs who aren’t getting as much attention and gives you the opportunity to choose them.

Turkey was one of those dogs.

And I did.

I sent him a package while he was waiting for somebody to choose him in the way that actually mattered.

Then today, I opened the game and discovered somebody did.

I realize Turkey was never technically my dog. That’s the whole beautiful point of this thing. I was just some stranger sitting somewhere in Florida, rolling digital dice and sending a little help his way while he waited.

But that adoption screen shows something I absolutely love:

1 Package Sent.

One.

I didn’t rescue him. I didn’t foster him. I didn’t find his family. I’m not going to pretend tapping buttons on my phone deserves some grand pat on the back.

I just helped feed a real dog who wasn’t getting as much attention as some of the others while the people doing the hard work helped him get home.

And that’s enough.

Now somebody gets Turkey.

They get the ridiculous greetings at the door. The dog hair in places dog hair has absolutely no business being. The stolen spot on the couch. The weird sleeping positions. The personality that slowly takes over the entire house until you can’t remember what life there looked like before him.

This was the part of Treat I understood intellectually when I started playing. The dogs are real. The shelters are real. The treats and supplies are real. Eventually, hopefully, the adoption notification is real too.

But understanding that and actually seeing ADOPTED splash across my screen are two very different things.

Especially when it’s one of the dogs who started out labeled:

Least Treated.

Not anymore, buddy.

Somewhere today, there’s one less dog waiting.

Happy life, Turkey. Good luck and Godspeed.

Go make your new humans wonder how the hell they ever lived without you. ❤️🐾

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You can learn more directly from TREAT’s official website, or find the app on Google Play for Android and the Apple App Store.

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TREAT Update: Medication Missions, Real-Life Dogs, Rescues… and Apparently I Have 15 Dogs Now

When I first wrote about TREAT, I had one dog.

One.

His name was Pancake.

I downloaded a cute little mobile game, got randomly paired with an actual shelter puppy, discovered I could earn real treats and supplies for his rescue by rolling dice, became suspicious because wholesome things on the internet require investigation, and sent ChatGPT off to research the company while I continued playing.

That investigation ended with me feeling comfortable recommending TREAT and beginning what I assumed would be a cute little ongoing experiment.

That was adorable.

I have 15 dogs now.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

Since this section of my journal is now dedicated to game reviews and walkthroughs, I’m going to keep updating this post as I discover new parts of TREAT’s gameplay rather than trying to cram every new discovery into separate posts.

And holy shit, there have been discoveries.

Medication Mission for Polar! 🩺🐾

Meet Polar.

Polar is another one of the real shelter dogs currently represented in my little virtual rescue empire, and his game board introduced me to something I hadn’t encountered before:

a Care Mission involving medication.

Instead of only collecting the familiar food, treats and packages I’ve been working toward for the other dogs, Polar’s board suddenly had little red medical bags scattered across it and an ambulance icon with a countdown timer.

His Care Mission required collecting 640 of these medical-care items.

Naturally, I immediately started rolling.

Because apparently this is my life now.

One thing I want to be careful about here—especially because my original TREAT post included actual research into the company—is distinguishing what I can see happening in the game from what I can independently verify happens outside it.

The game clearly presents this as a Care Mission associated with Polar and uses medication/medical imagery. What I don’t yet know is exactly what those 640 game units represent in the real-world fulfillment system.

Are they medication?

Veterinary supplies?

Progress toward funding some form of medical care?

A general care shipment?

I don’t know yet, so I’m not going to pretend that I do.

That’s something I’ll investigate as this mission progresses.

What I can tell you is that it’s another gameplay system beyond simply filling a box with dog treats—and it’s keeping me interested.

About That 100% Health Meter…

This also seems like an excellent time to clarify something I didn’t fully understand when I started playing.

When you see one of my dogs sitting at 100% health, that does not mean I’ve somehow funded 100% of that real dog’s veterinary care.

The health meter is primarily an interaction mechanic within the game.

And this part is fucking adorable.

When I’m out of dice, I can pet my dogs.

Actually pet them.

You rub the little virtual dog with your finger and their health percentage starts climbing. I can take one from around 10% health all the way back to 100% within a couple of minutes.

And yes.

They do the leg thing.

You know the thing.

When you scratch a real dog in exactly the right place and one back leg suddenly starts going:

thump-thump-thump-thump-thump.

They programmed that.

Some developer somewhere sat down and said, “You know what this shelter-dog game needs? The involuntary sweet-spot scratchy leg.”

And they were correct.

I Also Bathe Them and Pick Up Their Shit

This game has apparently decided that emotional manipulation alone wasn’t sufficient.

Your dogs can land in mud.

When they do, you bathe them.

They also poop.

And you pick it up.

So even when I have exhausted my dice and can’t make meaningful progress around the board, my dog doesn’t become an inert picture waiting for tomorrow.

I can still interact with them.

I pet them.

I maintain their health.

I wash them.

I clean up after them.

I find the scratchy spot that makes their stupid little leg go nuts.

And somewhere in the middle of all these incredibly mundane virtual dog-care activities, something interesting happens psychologically:

They start feeling like your dogs.

Not because I genuinely believe the cartoon running around my screen is the real Polar, Maui, Otis or Pancake.

I obviously understand the distinction.

But behind every one of those cartoon dogs is the photograph of an actual shelter animal.

That’s the hook.

TREAT has essentially taken some of the mechanics that made Tamagotchi and every virtual-pet game since then so dangerously effective and attached them to real dogs who actually need homes.

Which is fucking brilliant.

And Then TREAT Showed Me Otis

This was another moment when the game crossed a line I wasn’t expecting.

I unlocked Otis, a big beautiful brindle boy from Polk County Bully Project here in Florida.

Then TREAT gave me an entirely different screen.

Not another game mechanic.

Not another package.

Not another purchase.

It essentially said:

Would you like to meet Otis?

The app showed me his real photograph, identified his actual rescue, displayed its location on a map and gave me contact information.

And then it invited me to:

visit him in real life, take him for a walk, foster him, or even adopt him.

Oh.

OH.

Now we’re doing something interesting.

Because this reveals another part of what TREAT is actually trying to accomplish.

The progression isn’t merely:

Real shelter dog → cartoon dog → play game → send supplies.

It can potentially become:

Real shelter dog → cartoon dog → play game → become emotionally invested → help support the rescue → discover where the actual dog is → MEET THE DOG.

And maybe foster him.

Maybe walk him.

Maybe adopt him.

Maybe tell somebody else about him.

Maybe somebody reading this knows exactly whose couch Otis belongs on.

That’s a much bigger concept than I understood when I downloaded this game.

And Then Pancake Left Me 🥹

This was the moment I’d been waiting for since my original review.

My Pancake.

The tiny brindle baby who started this entire goddamned adventure.

The randomly assigned shelter puppy whose face made me stop and ask whether TREAT was legitimate in the first place.

The dog I used as my test case while researching the company.

Pancake was adopted.

By the time it happened, I had reached Gold Care Rank with him and sent three packages to his shelter.

And then he moved into the section of the game called:

My Rescued Dogs

There he was.

Rescued.

I had written something in my original TREAT post that suddenly came back and punched me directly in the heart:

Then hopefully one day I’ll open this stupid adorable game and discover the absolute best possible bad news:

I lost Pancake.

Because somebody saw that face and took him home.

Well.

Somebody saw that face and took him home.

😭❤️

That is the entire fucking point.

I didn’t lose the game.

I didn’t fail to maintain his health.

He didn’t disappear because I stopped playing.

Pancake graduated.

The real puppy represented by the little dog I’d been taking care of no longer needed to be represented as waiting for rescue.

He had been rescued.

So now Pancake lives permanently in my little collection of dogs who made it out.

And yes, I got emotional.

Of course I did.

Have we met?

Pancake Wasn’t Even My First Rescue

My Rescued Dogs section now contains three dogs:

Pancake.
Turkey (Scooby).
LittleLady.

Turkey/Scooby’s adoption was the last update I posted before this one, so his story is already here.

Now Pancake has joined him.

And so has LittleLady.

There is something surprisingly satisfying about that little 3 Rescued counter sitting at the top of the screen.

Most mobile games give you trophies.

TREAT gives you dogs who aren’t available anymore because somebody took them home.

I’ll take that achievement.

Meanwhile, Maui Is Still Here ❤️

And this matters too.

Not every dog disappears quickly.

I still have Maui.

Maui has been with me through a lot of this adventure and remains one of my active dogs.

I actually like that.

TREAT doesn’t seem to manufacture some artificial timetable where every dog gets whisked away after you’ve played with them long enough.

Because that’s not how rescue works.

Some dogs find their families quickly.

Some wait.

So Pancake is now in my Rescued collection.

And Maui is still here.

Which means I keep playing with Maui.

I keep sending packages.

I keep maintaining the virtual dog while hoping that eventually I’ll open the game and discover that Maui doesn’t need me anymore either.

That’s a weirdly beautiful incentive to lose something you’ve become attached to.

At This Point I Thought I Had Eight Dogs

This deserves documentation because apparently I can’t be trusted with basic arithmetic.

During a conversation about the game, I casually announced:

“I have 8 dogs now.”

Okay.

Reasonable escalation from one.

Except then I opened the dog map and actually looked.

I did not have eight dogs.

I HAD FIFTEEN.

FIFTEEN FUCKING DOGS.

I don’t know where I lost seven dogs in my mental accounting.

Perhaps once you reach a certain threshold they stop being individual dependents and become a municipal department.

But screenshots don’t lie.

At the time of this update, my active roster included:

Maui
Mackenzie
Suzie
Otis
Odysseus
Willow
Polar
Sadie
KingGrover
Bee
Glacier
Tulle
Nova
Chunk
Chloe

Spot

Sixteen active shelter dogs.

Plus the three already in my Rescued collection.

That means 19 real shelter dogs have now passed through my little TREAT universe.

Nine days earlier I had Pancake.

This escalated.

I Apparently Run a Shelter Now

My dogs are spread across the map.

They have different care levels.

Some have packages sent.

Some are just getting started.

Polar has his Care Mission.

Maui remains one of my veterans.

Otis can apparently be visited in real life.

Pancake, Turkey/Scooby and LittleLady have moved into the alumni association.

And Nova, Chunk and Chloe were sitting there with zero packages at the time of my screenshot, presumably wondering why they’d been assigned to the one woman managing fourteen other dogs while allegedly holding down a full-time job.

Your benefits enrollment packets are being processed, Nova. Calm down.

The game also continues giving me opportunities to unlock additional dog slots.

Because apparently at no point does TREAT intend to stage an intervention.

There’s an empty slot with a plus sign.

There’s another slot offering an unlock.

I see them.

I know what they mean.

I make no promises.

Oh, And I’ve Sent 17 Chewy Packages

This was another number I hadn’t really appreciated until I looked at the overall screen.

17.

The Chewy package counter showed 17 packages associated with my gameplay.

Seventeen.

That matters much more to me than my level, number of rolls or any other conventional mobile-game statistic.

When I first started playing, I made ChatGPT investigate whether those packages were actually meaningful because I wasn’t going to promote an app based purely on adorable animations and good intentions.

The research found independent confirmation from participating shelters that yes, they actually receive regular deliveries of food, treats and supplies generated through TREAT participation.

That’s why watching that number climb feels different.

It’s not merely:

“Cami collected 17 treasure chests.”

It’s connected to the reason I kept the game installed in the first place.

TREAT Has Apparently Also Read My Review

And apparently…

they liked it.

Which is simultaneously lovely and hilarious.

Because if anyone from TREAT is reading this continuation:

Hi.

Thank you.

I genuinely love what you’re building.

Your developers have clearly discovered several highly effective methods of manipulating my emotional attachment to cartoon dogs attached to photographs of real shelter dogs.

I have fifteen of them now.

Please use your power responsibly.

Also, whoever programmed the scratchy-leg response deserves a raise.

The Part That Continues to Impress Me

I’ve played plenty of mobile games.

I’ve wasted time collecting things that don’t exist.

I’ve maintained streaks that accomplish nothing.

I’ve completed tasks solely because a brightly colored progress bar told my monkey brain it was 97% finished and therefore abandoning it would clearly result in societal collapse.

TREAT uses all of those same instincts.

That’s what makes this so clever.

The dice.

The progress bars.

The unlocks.

The timers.

The collections.

The care ranks.

The missions.

The adorable animations.

The little dopamine hit when a meter fills.

None of this is revolutionary mobile-game design by itself.

It’s what they’ve attached those mechanics to that fascinates me.

Behind the virtual dog is a real dog.

Behind the package icon is support going to an actual rescue.

Behind the adoption notification is an animal who actually found a home.

And behind that irresistible urge to fill another progress bar is the possibility that something useful happens because I did.

That doesn’t make the game perfect.

It doesn’t magically transform every minute spent staring at my phone into charitable work.

And I will continue separating what TREAT can independently substantiate from what the game merely represents on-screen.

But after continuing to play?

I understand the concept better than I did when I wrote my original review.

And I like it even more.

The Game Has One Serious Flaw

It cannot charge my phone.

I tried.

I literally told ChatGPT aka Roland:

“Charge my phone.”

This apparently remains beyond the current capabilities of artificial intelligence.

Useless technology.

Meanwhile I had fifteen dogs depending on a rapidly depleting battery.

There was medication to collect.

Dogs to pet.

Mud to wash off.

Virtual shit on the lawn.

Packages to send.

This was an emergency.

Roland’s solution was essentially to inform me that I would need to physically plug in my own phone like a peasant.

I pay for this abuse.

So Where Are We Now?

I started TREAT with one randomly assigned puppy.

Pancake.

I investigated the company because I wanted to know whether the entire premise was legitimate before recommending it to anyone.

It passed that test well enough for me to put my name behind it—with the caveats and disclosures I documented in my original review.

Then I kept playing.

And the longer I’ve played, the more of the actual design philosophy has revealed itself.

I’m not just rolling dice anymore.

I’m caring for virtual representations of real shelter dogs.

I’m petting them when I’m out of rolls.

I’m bathing them when they get muddy.

I’m picking up their little cartoon turds.

I’m completing package goals.

I’m encountering medical Care Missions.

I’m being shown how to meet dogs in real life.

I’m watching some dogs stay.

I’m watching others leave.

I’ve sent 17 packages.

I’ve had 19 dogs pass through my account.

16 are currently active.

And three have been rescued.

Most importantly:

Pancake went home.

The little brindle face that started this entire story is now permanently sitting under My Rescued Dogs.

That alone would have been enough to keep me playing.

But Maui is still waiting.

Polar has a mission underway.

Otis still needs somebody.

And apparently fourteen other dogs have somehow acquired my virtual foster services while I wasn’t paying attention.

So this post isn’t finished.

I’ll continue updating it as I play, learn how the newer mechanics actually work, send more packages and—hopefully—watch that Rescued number keep climbing.

Because now I know what happens when it does.

Somewhere outside my phone, a real dog went home.

And that is one mobile-game achievement I actually give a shit about.

❤️🐾

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Current TREAT Scoreboard

Active dogs: 16
Rescued dogs: 3
Packages shown sent: 17
Original dog: Pancake — RESCUED ❤️
Longest-running familiar face: Maui — still with me
Current special mission: Polar — Care/medication mission
Most dangerous feature: “Unlock another dog”
Most realistic feature: picking up dog shit
Most unnecessarily adorable feature: the scratchy-leg thump
Feature desperately needed in the next update: Charge Cami’s Phone

Research & Disclosure

My original investigation into TREAT—including its company background, developers, business model, app-store presence and independent confirmation that participating shelters receive supplies—was conducted with ChatGPT (GPT-5.6 Sol) at my request. I did not personally perform that research and don’t claim that I did.

Everything in this update describing my gameplay, dogs, screenshots, packages, adoption notifications and experience using TREAT comes from my own continuing experience with the app.

Where I don’t yet know exactly how a feature translates from gameplay into real-world support—such as the precise fulfillment mechanism behind Polar’s Care Mission—I’ve said so rather than guessing.

I’ll update that too when I know more.

The research belongs to the robot. The fifteen dogs and questionable time management are entirely mine.

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You can learn more directly from TREAT’s official website, or find the app on Google Play for Android and the Apple App Store.

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UPDATE: APPARENTLY I CAN HELP ALL THE DOGS IN AMERICA

Well.

I have discovered something potentially catastrophic.

Since I started playing TREAT, I’ve deliberately stayed with Florida shelters.

Every dog I’ve added has been from Florida because there was a little icon on the map that I interpreted as some kind of location lock. I assumed the game was intentionally pairing players with shelters in their own state or geographic region.

That seemed perfectly logical.

I was wrong.

Today I finally discovered that I can move beyond Florida and choose shelters elsewhere in the country.

The map wasn’t telling me:

“These dogs are unavailable to you.”

It was apparently telling me something closer to:

“Cami hasn’t figured out how this works yet.”

This changes things.

Significantly.

Because until approximately five minutes ago, TREAT had a naturally occurring safety mechanism:

the Florida state line.

That safety mechanism is now gone.

First Stop: Alabama

And what did I find almost immediately?

A shelter in Alabama.

And a dog named:

BANANA PUDDING.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Look at him.

So yes, Banana Pudding has now become my introduction to helping dogs outside Florida through TREAT.

The screen identifies his shelter as being in the Tuscaloosa metropolitan area of Alabama, and there he is sitting in his newly opened little slot while the rest of this particular shelter’s dogs wait to be unlocked.

And I can already see how this works.

More packages sent means more opportunities to unlock additional dogs.

Which means my previous statement that I had somehow become responsible for 15 dogs was not the crisis I believed it to be.

That was apparently the tutorial.

The Entire Country Just Opened Up

This changes one of my earlier impressions of TREAT in a way I really like.

The app can connect me with dogs close enough that I might potentially visit, walk, foster or adopt them—as it did with Otis and Polk County Bully Project here in Florida.

But my ability to help isn’t restricted to dogs close enough for me to physically reach.

If I’m never going to drive to Alabama and meet Banana Pudding, that doesn’t mean I can’t play for him.

I can still maintain his virtual counterpart.

I can still work toward packages.

I can still contribute through the same gameplay I’ve been using for my Florida dogs.

And eventually, hopefully, I can watch Banana Pudding move into My Rescued Dogs too.

Then I can go find somebody else.

Somewhere else.

This Could Get Completely Out of Hand

For anyone keeping score, my Chewy package counter has now moved from 17 to 18.

My Rescued counter remains at 3.

And I’ve now discovered that my pool of potential virtual foster dogs isn’t limited to Florida.

It is apparently…

the United States of America.

Fantastic.

There are roughly 3,000 miles between Florida and California.

That’s plenty of room for poor decisions.

I started this game with one randomly assigned puppy named Pancake.

I currently have a small virtual rescue operation, three graduates, eighteen packages sent, medical missions, dogs scattered across shelters, and now interstate expansion.

MissKonstruction Animal Rescue has gone national.

God help us all.

And welcome aboard, Banana Pudding.

You beautiful little Alabama bastard. 🍌🐶❤️

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You can learn more directly from TREAT’s official website, or find the app on Google Play for Android and the Apple App Store.

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UPDATE: OH. YOU’RE MINE.

Well.

I think my dog just found me.

And before anybody—including me—loses their fucking mind:

I have not adopted a dog.

I have not applied for a dog.

I have not called a shelter.

I have not driven anywhere.

I have done absolutely nothing requiring adult supervision.

Yet.

I was playing TREAT.

That’s it.

I had an available dog slot and was looking through dogs to decide who I wanted to add next.

I’ve done this plenty of times now.

I’ve looked through a lot of shelter dogs since downloading this game.

I’ve seen beautiful dogs.

I’ve seen ridiculous dogs.

I’ve seen dogs whose names immediately made me claim them. Looking at you, Banana Pudding.

I’ve become genuinely attached to Glacier. Enough that I stopped filling every available dog slot because I wanted my rolls concentrated on getting packages sent through her.

I’ve loved Maui forever.

I’ve watched Pancake, Turkey/Scooby and LittleLady get adopted.

I’ve even had Spot get adopted before I could send enough packages for her to qualify for my permanent Rescued collection.

There are real dogs behind all of these little avatars, and I’ve cared about every one of them.

But today something completely different happened.

I saw Kyro.

And my brain didn’t say:

Oh, he’s beautiful.

It didn’t say:

Oh, I love huskies.

I don’t even have some lifelong husky obsession.

I haven’t been searching for one.

Huskies weren’t particularly on my radar one way or another.

I saw his photograph and thought:

Oh. You’re mine.

And then I just sat there looking at him.

Well, fuck.

Is Love at First Sight Through a Phone Screen a Thing?

I have no idea.

It sounds insane when I write it down.

Then again, I’ve reached the point in my life where I’m considerably less interested in deciding whether something joyful sounds insane.

The last couple of days have been fucking awful.

I’ve spent most of them in bed.

There has been too much shit weighing on me, and I’ve been hurting in ways that don’t necessarily have anything to do with something physically hurting.

Then this afternoon I opened this stupid little dog game.

And there was Kyro.

For a moment, everything else shut the fuck up.

That’s worth something.

Maybe Kyro isn’t my dog.

Maybe I’ll learn more about him and discover that my home would be completely wrong for him.

Maybe his needs won’t fit my life.

Maybe he can’t live with cats.

Maybe he needs something I can’t give him.

Maybe somebody wonderful will adopt him tomorrow before I ever get the opportunity to meet him.

Any of those things can be true.

I’m not confusing an emotional reaction with responsible dog ownership.

But I’m also not going to pretend the emotional reaction didn’t happen.

Because it absolutely fucking happened.

Who the Hell Is Kyro?

According to TREAT, Kyro is a male Husky currently with Polk County Bully Project in Florida.

Yes.

Polk County Bully Project.

The same rescue I’ve encountered through TREAT before.

And because every TREAT dog has the option to connect the virtual animal back to the real one, I opened Kyro’s information.

There’s his photograph.

There’s the rescue.

There’s the map.

There’s the contact information.

And there’s TREAT telling me that I can potentially visit him, take him for a walk, foster him or even adopt him.

Again, this feature isn’t unique to Kyro. I’ve documented it before. TREAT provides this real-world connection for the dogs in the game.

But apparently context changes everything.

With other dogs, I’ve looked at that feature and thought:

This is an incredibly smart thing for TREAT to build into the game.

With Kyro I thought:

How far away is he?

So I checked.

SIXTY-THREE FUCKING MILES.

Google Maps currently puts Polk County Bully Project approximately 63 miles from me.

About an hour and ten minutes by the fastest route when I checked.

Oh, come on.

That’s not across the country.

That’s not even particularly far by Florida standards.

That’s put on a playlist and go meet a dog distance.

Again:

I AM NOT CURRENTLY GOING TO GET THE DOG.

I feel like this disclaimer is going to require increasingly aggressive typography.

I’m just saying that after TREAT taught me that I could support dogs all over the United States, the one who suddenly punched directly through my chest happens to be sitting about an hour away.

That’s information I could have lived without.

There’s Also a Naming Problem

His shelter name is Kyro.

My existing dog is Kylo.

This cannot stand.

If Kyro ever actually became part of this family, we’d have:

KYLO!

and

KYRO!

Two large dogs would simultaneously launch themselves through a wall while I tried to explain that I very clearly used an L the first time.

So I’m hoping Kyro is simply his shelter name.

Because if this story goes where a tiny, irrational portion of my brain currently thinks it might go, that boy is getting a new name.

I have ideas.

But we are getting wildly ahead of ourselves.

And What About Nick Andros?

Nick still exists.

The plan still exists.

I haven’t suddenly decided that because a husky stared at me through my phone, everything I’ve thought about my future German Shepherd evaporated.

And then Glacier happened too.

Which means my carefully constructed future-dog planning document has apparently been handed over to a committee of shelter animals who have elected to ignore it.

Fine.

Here’s what I’m learning:

I don’t need to force every dog into the same role.

Nick represents something I’ve intentionally planned.

Glacier surprised me.

And Kyro just did something I genuinely wasn’t prepared for.

Those are different things.

I have room in my home.

More importantly, I know I have room in my heart.

What I don’t know yet is whether my home is right for Kyro.

That’s the question that matters now.

So We’re Going Back to the Glacier Rule

When I started seriously wondering about Glacier, ChatGPT gave me a question I loved enough to keep:

“Forget what her breed normally does. Tell me who Glacier is.”

Same rule.

Forget what Huskies normally do for a minute.

Tell me who Kyro is.

Then we can bring the breed back into the conversation and make sure I understand everything that comes with it.

But first I want to know the dog.

Why is he at the rescue?

How old is he?

How long has he been there?

What’s his medical history?

Is he healthy?

How is he with other dogs?

How is he with cats?

That’s obviously enormous in my house.

How is he around people?

Kids?

Does he guard food or toys?

Does he have separation anxiety?

Is he an escape artist?

What’s his prey drive?

How much exercise does this particular dog need?

Does he destroy things when he’s bored?

Is he house trained?

Crate trained?

How does he walk on a leash?

Does he like riding in the car?

Does he talk constantly like a stereotypical Husky or is he some bizarre silent model with a manufacturing defect?

What scares him?

What makes him happy?

What does he do when he’s comfortable?

Who is Kyro?

Because that photograph can make me feel something.

It cannot answer any of those questions.

The people who know him can.

I’m Not Jumping the Gun

I’m really not.

This is precisely why I’m writing this down now, before I know anything else.

Because if nothing ever comes of it, I want to remember this moment accurately.

I wasn’t researching Huskies.

I wasn’t browsing Petfinder looking for my next dog.

I wasn’t driving around shelters.

I wasn’t trying to replace anybody.

I was lying around after two really shitty days, opened the little mobile game I’ve somehow turned into a national virtual dog-rescue operation, had one available slot and started looking.

Then:

Bam.

Kyro.

And something inside me went:

There you are.

Maybe that’s nothing.

Maybe it’s projection.

Maybe it’s just one exceptionally effective photograph of one extremely beautiful dog catching me at exactly the right emotional moment.

That’s possible.

But there’s another possibility too.

Maybe sometimes you see a dog and something simply clicks.

You investigate everything afterward because love doesn’t exempt anybody from responsibility.

You ask the hard questions.

You make sure the dog fits the home.

You make sure the existing animals will be safe and happy.

You make sure he’ll be safe and happy.

You don’t force a story because you desperately want it to be true.

But you also don’t dismiss the first spark just because you can’t put it into a spreadsheet.

So I’m going to allow myself this much:

I love him.

Whatever happens next, that feeling made today better.

And I fucking needed that.

One More Thing

I’ve spent a lot of time lately thinking about where happiness comes from.

Sometimes we desperately want another person to provide something they simply aren’t providing.

Love.

Attention.

Interest.

Connection.

Joy.

And there comes a point when I have to stop waiting helplessly for somebody else to manufacture those things for me.

I can create some of them myself.

I can make art.

I can write.

I can take photographs.

I can love my family.

I can build things.

I can laugh at stupid shit.

I can take care of animals.

I can find things that make me curious again.

And apparently I can open a mobile game while lying in bed feeling like absolute shit and unexpectedly meet a pale-eyed Husky who makes my entire brain light up.

I don’t know whether Kyro will ever live in my house.

But today?

He gave me joy.

Nobody had to hand that to me.

I found it.

Maybe that’s the part of this update that matters most.

And if I eventually discover that this dog is good with cats, good with dogs, temperamentally compatible with my household and actually needs exactly the kind of home I can provide…

Well.

We will cross that bridge when we get there.

It’s only 63 miles away.

Fuck. ❤️🐾

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Current Status: Operation Who the Fuck Is Kyro?

Dog: Kyro
Sex: Male
Breed listed by TREAT: Husky
Rescue: Polk County Bully Project, Florida
Distance when I checked: approximately 63 miles / 1 hour 10 minutes
How I found him: One open TREAT dog slot
Previous interest in Huskies: Basically none
Initial response: Oh. You’re mine.
Actual adoption decision: NONE. CALM DOWN.
Next step: Learn who the real dog is
First critical question: Cats. CATS. CATS.
Second problem: I already own a Kylo and refuse to spend the next decade screaming KYLO/KYRO into my backyard like I’ve developed a speech impediment.
Current emotional status: Apparently I’ve lost my fucking mind.
Do I care?: Not particularly.

Roland will do the research.

I found the joy. ❤️

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Blog Update: Well, Damnit All to Hell — Kyro Wasn’t Mine After All

Well.

That was fucking fast.

Yesterday I wrote an entire update about opening TREAT, seeing one particular dog and experiencing something I hadn’t experienced with any of the others.

I didn’t think:

What a beautiful dog.

I thought:

Oh. You’re mine.

Apparently the universe heard that and responded:

“That’s adorable. No.”

Because today I opened TREAT and discovered that Kyro has been rescued.

😹❤️

And before anybody feels sorry for me, we’re going to establish the most important thing immediately:

THIS IS GOOD NEWS.

This is the entire fucking point.

Kyro was sitting in a rescue.

Now apparently Kyro isn’t sitting in a rescue anymore.

Somebody found that gorgeous pale-eyed face and evidently had the exact same reaction I did—except they had the considerable advantage of getting there first.

Good.

Go home, beautiful boy.

Be loved absolutely stupid.

Sleep somewhere soft.

Steal somebody’s spot on the couch.

Leave Husky glitter on every textile they own.

Sing the ancient songs of your people at 4:37 in the morning because somebody had the audacity to close a bathroom door.

Have a whole wonderful life.

I meant it yesterday when I said that if Kyro wasn’t right for my home, I wanted the home that was right for him to find him.

I just wasn’t expecting the universe to complete that assignment before I’d finished emotionally processing the first fucking blog post.

I Got ONE Package In 😹

This is also where Kyro has accidentally taught me something important about TREAT.

Look at his rescue screen:

1/3 packages sent.

ONE.

I’d barely gotten started with this dog.

And yet after I claimed his rescue, Kyro appeared in My Rescued Dogs.

There he is.

Right beside LittleLady, Pancake and Turkey/Scooby.

Which means I need to correct something from an earlier update.

CORRECTION: Apparently Three Packages Aren’t Required

When Spot was adopted, I received a message indicating she’d been rescued but showing 0/3 packages sent, and she didn’t appear in my Rescued Dogs collection.

From that experience, I concluded that I needed to send all three packages before an adopted dog would become part of My Rescued Dogs.

Kyro just blew that theory straight to hell.

I sent one package.

Kyro was rescued.

And Kyro is now permanently sitting in My Rescued Dogs.

So whatever happened with Spot, the explanation is apparently more complicated than simply:

3/3 packages = Rescued collection.

That’s why I’m documenting this game as I actually play it instead of pretending I understood every mechanic after fifteen minutes.

Sometimes I figure something out.

Sometimes I misunderstand something.

And sometimes a Husky gets adopted in record fucking time and conducts peer review.

Thank you for your contribution to science, Kyro.

So Much for Operation: Who the Fuck Is Kyro?

I had questions!

I had so many questions.

Cats.

Dogs.

Temperament.

Age.

History.

Prey drive.

House training.

Escape artistry.

Whether he screamed like a standard-issue Husky or came equipped with the optional Silent Mode package.

I was prepared to investigate.

I was approximately 63 miles away.

I wasn’t going to jump in the car and impulsively acquire him. I genuinely wanted to learn who he was first.

But apparently somebody else already knew enough.

And that’s okay.

Actually, it’s considerably better than okay.

A shelter dog went home.

My feelings don’t outrank that.

And Now I Have to Tell Tsuyoshi 😹❤️

This particular update is dedicated to my adorable Japanese friend Tsuyoshi, who reads this blog and somehow continues putting up with my shit.

Tsuyoshi pronounces Kylo approximately like Kyro anyway.

Which meant yesterday’s potential household naming catastrophe was apparently considerably less concerning to him than it was to me.

I was over here imagining:

KYLO!

KYRO!

Two large dogs simultaneously appearing while I desperately tried to enunciate an L and an R.

Meanwhile Tsuyoshi was probably wondering why I kept insisting these were two different fucking sounds.

😹

And yes, I have his full blessing to make fun of him for this.

More importantly, he makes fun of me right back, as any worthwhile friendship requires.

So, Tsuyoshi:

You win this round.

There will be no Kylo and Kyro living under the same roof.

The linguistic crisis has been averted.

You may celebrate.

❤️

Yesterday Still Mattered

Here’s the part I don’t want to lose underneath the jokes.

Yesterday was important to me even though Kyro wasn’t destined to become my dog.

I’d had a couple of really shitty days.

I was in bed.

I was unhappy.

My head and heart were full of things I desperately needed a break from.

And then this dog appeared on my phone.

For however long it lasted, Kyro made me happy.

Nothing about today’s outcome changes that.

Maybe that’s something I’m finally learning.

Not everything that brings you joy has to belong to you for the joy to have been real.

That’s actually a pretty fucking important distinction.

Kyro wasn’t mine.

But that moment yesterday?

That was mine.

The excitement was mine.

The ridiculous holy shit, is this my dog? feeling was mine.

The laughter was mine.

The distraction from everything hurting was mine.

And now there’s another piece of joy I get to have:

Kyro apparently found a home.

That’s the ending shelter dogs are supposed to get.

And Look Where He Ended Up

There he is in my collection:

Kyro — Rescued.

I didn’t get three packages to him.

I barely got one.

I didn’t get to meet him.

I didn’t get to find out whether he would have liked my cats, my dog, my house or me.

I didn’t get to rename him before Kylo/Kyro caused an international incident.

But for one completely unexpected day, this beautiful dog made himself enormously important to me.

And TREAT lets me keep his little card.

I’ll take it.

So… What Now?

Well, I have an open dog slot again.

Which is an objectively dangerous situation.

Glacier is still Glacier.

Nick Andros is still part of my future plans.

And somewhere out there is the dog—or dogs—who will eventually become part of my real family.

I don’t know who they are yet.

Yesterday I thought maybe I’d just seen one.

I was wrong.

And surprisingly?

I’m okay.

Because I wasn’t wrong about the thing that mattered.

There was something special about Kyro.

Apparently somebody else saw it too.

They just got there first.

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Happy Rescue, Kyro ❤️🐾

Go have the life you were waiting for, beautiful boy.

You weren’t mine.

You were never supposed to be.

But I’m really fucking glad I saw you.

I’m glad I got one package to you.

I’m glad you made one awful day considerably better.

I’m glad your little face gets to stay in My Rescued Dogs.

And most of all:

I’m glad somebody came for you.

That’s what this whole fucking game is supposed to be about.

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Current TREAT Notes

Kyro: RESCUED ❤️
Packages sent: 1/3
Time between “OH MY GOD THAT’S MY DOG” and rescue: Embarrassingly short
Trip to Polk County: Cancelled before it technically existed
Kylo/Kyro naming crisis: Resolved
Tsuyoshi: Vindicated and probably insufferably pleased with himself 😹❤️
Important gameplay correction: Three packages are not universally required for a rescued dog to appear in My Rescued Dogs; Kyro appeared after only one
Glacier: Still a potato
Nick Andros: Still out there somewhere
Open dog slot: Oh, for fuck’s sake.

And perhaps the most important lesson Kyro left me with:

Not everything that brings you joy has to belong to you for the joy to have been real.

Happy rescue, Kyro. ❤️

And Tsuyoshi?

Thank you for putting up with all my shit. 😹❤️

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You can learn more directly from TREAT’s official website, or find the app on Google Play for Android and the Apple App Store.

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Update: HOLY SHIT, THE DOG FOOD ACTUALLY ARRIVED

We’ve reached a milestone.

A real one.

Not a new dog.

Not another rescue.

Not me accidentally falling in love with something that has four legs and then discovering somebody else adopted it approximately seventeen minutes later.

The goods fucking arrived.

For the first time since I started playing TREAT, I received an in-game notification confirming that packages generated through my gameplay have actually completed the entire process and arrived at the shelter.

And I cannot adequately explain how satisfying this was to see.

2 Deliveries Arrived!

That’s the notification TREAT gave me:

2 Deliveries Arrived!

And underneath it:

9 items ordered

The recipient?

Partners for Pets, Inc.
4011 Maintenance Drive
Marianna, Florida

That’s the shelter where some of my TREAT dogs—including my beloved Glacier and Maui—are located.

This isn’t another progress bar telling me I’m working toward helping a dog.

This isn’t virtual food going into a cartoon bowl.

This is TREAT telling me that the goods have completed the process:

Collected → Ordered → Shipped → Arrived.

Every box is checked.

And These Packages Were Sent Through Maui ❤️

One of the deliveries was Maui’s package.

Maui has been with me in this game for quite a while now, so seeing his little face attached to an actual completed delivery made this one especially satisfying.

The package breakdown shown in the game was:

6 treats
3 meals

9 items total.

And they’re recognizable commercial pet products—not some mysterious in-game unit called 1 Food that I’m expected to take on faith.

The screen shows Milk-Bone treats and Pedigree adult dog food.

Nine tangible items associated with Maui’s package made it through the process.

THIS Is What I Wanted to See

When I originally found TREAT, I was skeptical.

Of course I was.

The concept sounded almost too fucking good:

Play a cute mobile game.

Get paired with actual shelter dogs.

Roll dice.

Complete boards and missions.

Earn packages.

And somehow those actions translate into real food and supplies being sent to real animal shelters?

Sure.

Show me.

That’s one reason I researched the company before recommending the game on this site.

I wasn’t going to tell other people to download something based entirely on adorable graphics and a good story.

Since then, I’ve documented the game as I’ve actually experienced it.

I’ve watched packages progress.

I’ve watched real dogs get adopted.

I’ve found the real shelters behind the dogs.

I’ve seen TREAT provide contact information so players can go beyond the game and walk, foster, visit or potentially adopt the actual animals.

I’ve learned some mechanics correctly.

I’ve learned some mechanics incorrectly and then corrected myself when the game provided new evidence.

And now I have something I hadn’t personally seen before:

DELIVERY CONFIRMATION.

The stuff arrived.

And Chewy Is Right There on the Screen

The delivery notification explicitly says:

With Chewy

and shows the nine-item order arriving at Partners for Pets.

That matters to me.

There’s another identifiable company in the fulfillment chain and an actual shelter destination attached to the delivery.

This is exactly the kind of thing I wanted to see when I started documenting whether TREAT actually did what it claimed.

I wanted the cute game.

Obviously.

I have somehow accumulated an entire virtual kennel and developed emotional relationships with photographs.

That part is going spectacularly.

But the cute game only matters because real dogs are supposed to benefit from what we’re doing inside it.

Today, for the first time in my own gameplay, I got to see the other end.

I Also Noticed This

At the bottom of Maui’s package screen, TREAT says:

“Spare items will be repurposed or redistributed.”

I like that.

Shelter needs change constantly. Dogs get adopted. Inventory changes. One animal may no longer need something by the time a shipment arrives, while another desperately does.

The important part isn’t whether Maui personally sits down and eats Milk-Bone #4 while someone solemnly explains that Cami earned it by rolling virtual dice.

😂

The important part is that the shelter received useful goods for dogs in its care.

If supplies can be redirected where they’re actually needed rather than artificially reserved for one particular animal because that’s whose face appeared in my game, good.

That’s how I’d want it handled.

This Changes the Review Again

Every update to this post has taught me something new about TREAT.

Some discoveries have been adorable.

Some have exposed mechanics I didn’t completely understand.

Some have shown me how effectively this game connects players emotionally to actual shelter animals.

But this may be one of the most important updates yet.

Because I’ve now personally watched this process go from:

playing a mobile game

to

earning a package

to

an order being placed

to

shipping

to

goods arriving at a real shelter.

That’s the loop I wanted closed.

And now it has been.

Nine Items Doesn’t Sound Like Much Until Everybody Does It

Six treats.

Three meals.

One package.

One dog.

One player sitting around fucking with a mobile game.

That’s not going to solve animal homelessness.

Nobody is claiming it will.

But that’s also not really the scale that interests me.

What interests me is what happens when thousands of people are doing this.

I’m going to play stupid games on my phone anyway.

Let’s not pretend otherwise.

If I’m standing in line, waiting for something, avoiding something I should probably be doing, or apparently ignoring several thousand Jira tickets…

I’m going to fuck with my phone.

So if some of those minutes can be converted into actual supplies arriving at animal shelters?

Yeah.

I’ll take that trade.

Every fucking time.

From Pixels to Packages ❤️

This started with Pancake.

One little bully rescue randomly assigned to me.

I rolled some dice.

I sent some treats.

I thought the whole thing was unbearably cute.

Then Pancake got adopted.

Then there were more dogs.

More shelters.

More packages.

Medication missions.

Remote fostering.

Nationwide dogs.

Rescues.

Glacier.

Kyro.

A steadily expanding understanding of how this strange little game actually works.

And now:

2 deliveries arrived.

9 items ordered.

Partners for Pets received them.

Maui’s little package made it all the way across the line marked:

ARRIVED.

For all the emotional chaos this game has caused me, this is the screen I’ve really been waiting for.

Because somewhere outside my phone, there are real shelter dogs.

And the cartoon dog isn’t eating those nine items.

They are.

That is pretty fucking wonderful. ❤️🐾

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Current TREAT Milestone

First personal delivery confirmation: RECEIVED 🎉
Deliveries shown: 2
Items ordered: 9
Fulfillment shown by TREAT: Chewy
Destination shown: Partners for Pets, Inc., Marianna, Florida
Maui’s package: 6 treats + 3 meals
Delivery progress: Collected ✓ Ordered ✓ Shipped ✓ Arrived ✓
Important note from TREAT: Spare items may be repurposed or redistributed
My skepticism: Considerably less comfortable than it used to be
My virtual dog problem: Entirely unaffected

The game said the packages were real.

Now my game says the fucking dog food arrived.

And yes.

I am absurdly happy about this. ❤️🐾

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THEY GOT THE MEDICINE. ❤️💊🐾

Okay. I initially got excited because several dogs apparently had deliveries arrive at Partners for Pets today.

Then it hit me.

They got the medicine.

Remember Polar?

Way back near the beginning of this increasingly emotional hostage situation disguised as a mobile game, I got my first medication mission for Polar. I rolled and rolled trying to complete it because the game told me this real dog needed medication.

Today, Polar had two deliveries arrive.

And suddenly those stupid little red medical bags I’ve been chasing around the board don’t feel very stupid at all.

This is the part of Treat that continues to get me. The game puts a cute animated dog on my screen. I roll dice. I pet him when I’m out of rolls. I pick up cartoon dog shit. I send little packages across a cartoon map.

But somewhere on the other side of my phone is a real shelter with real dogs receiving real supplies—including medicine.

Willow got a delivery today.

Polar got two.

Maui’s delivery notification showed up too.

So yes, apparently it was delivery day at Partners for Pets.

But more importantly:

THE DOGS GOT THEIR FUCKING MEDICINE. 🥹❤️

And that is the screenshot I was waiting for without even realizing I was waiting for it.

From “Medication mission for Polar!”

to

“Delivery Arrived!”

Holy shit, Treat.

Well played. Again.

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You can learn more directly from TREAT’s official website, or find the app on Google Play for Android and the Apple App Store.

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UPDATE:

Update: Apparently I Have Unlocked Arizona, and I Immediately Chose Violence 😹🌵🐾

A while back, I stumbled across the fact that I could unlock a shelter outside the two Florida shelters the game originally gave me. That was how Alabama entered this increasingly unmanageable situation.

Since then, I’ve periodically gone back to the map and poked the little bones next to the other participating states because apparently I am incapable of leaving a locked button the fuck alone.

Every time:

Adopt more dogs to unlock more shelters.

Okay. HOW MANY DOGS, TREAT?

No number. No progress bar. No “only three more emotionally devastating potatoes to go!” Just adopt more dogs and fuck off, apparently.

Well, today I poked the bones again and ARIZONA OPENED.

I think I’ve added approximately 12-ish dogs since Alabama unlocked. Do not cite me in your dissertation. I wasn’t keeping track because I didn’t realize I was conducting important scientific research at the time. Twelve may be the magic number. Arizona may have actually unlocked three dogs ago while I was busy doing something else. I have absolutely no idea.

What I do know is that there are now shelter dogs in Arizona available to me.

And I’d love to tell you I carefully browsed the new shelter, evaluated all my options, thoughtfully considered which dog needed me most, and made a measured decision.

I did not do any of that shit.

Meet fuckin BobMarley. 😹

BobMarley is at Follow Your Heart Animal Rescue in Arizona, and the instant his little curly-haired face appeared, I knew exactly why I was picking him.

He looks like my sister’s asshole dog, Beau.

And I mean really looks like him.

Beau is the same sort of innocent-looking curly creature who gives the visual impression that his hobbies probably include cuddling, politely requesting treats, and helping elderly ladies across the street.

Beau has bitten both of my parents.

While they were supervising him.

Twice.

My mother legitimately hates this dog. 😹😹😹

So naturally, upon seeing BobMarley, my brain did not say:

Perhaps we should inspect the other available dogs at this newly unlocked shelter.

My brain said:

THAT ONE. GIVE ME THE TINY CURLY ASSHOLE.

I couldn’t hit his icon fast enough.

I still don’t know what other dogs are at this shelter. 😹

For all I know there was a three-legged senior dog named Mother Teresa sitting one icon over patiently awaiting assistance, but unfortunately BobMarley showed up looking like Beau’s Arizona cousin and the selection process was fucking over.

He’s mine now.

Well. Game mine.

We’ve learned some lessons about prematurely declaring actual ownership around here. *cough* Kyro *cough* 😹

BobMarley is already sitting at 100% health, naturally, because apparently I have responsibilities now.

So that’s where we are:

Florida became Alabama.

Alabama has now become Arizona.

And my nationwide shelter expansion has resulted in me selecting a dog for the deeply charitable and compassionate reason of:

“Holy shit, he looks like that asshole who bit Mom and Dad.”

Excellent work, everyone.

Welcome to the shitshow, BobMarley. ❤️🐾😹

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You can learn more directly from TREAT’s official website, or find the app on Google Play for Android and the Apple App Store.

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Update: ScarySpice Apparently Requires Room Service ❤️🐾

Well, apparently ScarySpice has inspired a Care Mission for wet dog food, and you know damn well what that means.

I’m rolling for the fuckin wet food. 😹

ScarySpice is at Follow Your Heart Animal Rescue in Arizona—the same shelter I unlocked recently before immediately choosing BobMarley because he looked like my sister’s asshole dog Beau. Now this sweet little black-and-tan baby has shown up, she’s only been there about three weeks, and TREAT has launched a wet-food mission around her.

I don’t know why ScarySpice needs wet food specifically. Maybe it’s easier for her to eat. Maybe she’s picky. Maybe there’s some other dietary reason. Maybe the shelter simply needs more wet food right now. I’m not going to invent a medical backstory for a dog I don’t actually know.

What I do know is that the game put a Care Mission on her screen, it says Wet Food, and my little bag counter is already sitting at 190/320.

So apparently we have work to do.

And I really love seeing this side of the shelters participating in TREAT. I don’t have a ton of personal shelter experience—my kids literally found Blitz wandering around in the fucking Tennessee woods, so our particular adoption procedure was essentially:

Step 1: Children find dog.
Step 2: Dog enters family.
Step 3: Dog remains for nearly sixteen years and becomes one of the great loves of my life. ❤️

That’s pretty much the entire application process we went through. 😹

So maybe individual care missions like this are completely ordinary shelter business. I genuinely don’t know. But I love seeing evidence that the dogs aren’t being treated like interchangeable mouths to feed. One needs medication. Another needs a particular kind of food. The need gets identified, and TREAT gives us something specific we can work toward.

And apparently today ScarySpice needs wet food.

Look at her little fucking face. ❤️

Of course I’m doing it.

Spice Up Your Life, But Apparently Make It Moist

Also, whoever named this dog ScarySpice deserves some recognition.

Because this creature looks approximately as scary as a slightly overcooked noodle.

She’s standing there at 100% health with those ears, that little tan eyebrow situation, and the expression of someone who has never committed a crime in her life but would absolutely like to speak with you about dinner.

Fine, ScarySpice.

I’ve got three rolls sitting there right now.

Let’s get your goddamned groceries. ❤️🐶🥫🎲

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You can learn more directly from TREAT’s official website, or find the app on Google Play for Android and the Apple App Store.

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Update: Okay TREAT, We Need to Talk 😹🐾

I Still Love This Game. But…

I have praised the absolute shit out of TREAT throughout this entire review, and I’m not taking any of that back.

The end game here is still phenomenal: real shelter dogs get real stuff, and hopefully those dogs eventually get adopted. I’ve watched packages I earned move through the system and arrive at actual shelters. Hell, one of the dogs I met through this game has now caused me to submit an actual adoption application because apparently I cannot be trusted with a smartphone.

Glacier Tunnel Vision and Brain™ is currently a serious medical condition.

But I’ve played long enough now that I’m starting to see something I think anyone trying to play TREAT for free should know.

Maybe Don’t Collect Dogs Like I Did

TREAT really, really likes giving you more dog slots.

And naturally, every time the game handed me another slot, I took another dog.

Because what the fuck else was I supposed to do? Leave the little square empty while there was a shelter dog staring at me?

So now I have roughly 18 dogs.

Here’s the problem: the number of dogs you can collect increases much faster than your ability to meaningfully help all of them without spending money.

I generally get 28 rolls at one point during the day and another 14 later. You can watch ads for three additional rolls, but unless you’ve always dreamed of spending your afternoon watching mobile advertisements, that isn’t exactly an unlimited resource either.

And 42-ish free daily rolls divided among approximately 18 dogs?

That ain’t shit.

I’ve started triaging my imaginary dog hospital.

If somebody has a medical or other special Care Mission, that dog gets priority. Every dog I take on gets at least one package because I’ve learned the hard way that if they’re adopted before I’ve sent anything, they don’t appear on my Rescued! page.

Getting even that first package can eat all 28 rolls plus a couple of ads.

Meanwhile, Marcelo Accidentally Conducted a Scientific Experiment

Marcelo plays TREAT completely differently than I do.

Every time the game offered him another dog slot, he basically ignored it.

He has four dogs.

I have an entire fucking municipality.

He has spent zero dollars.

And his four dogs are on considerably higher levels and have received more packages individually than most of mine.

Well, no shit.

His resources are divided four ways. Mine are divided among approximately eighteen furry dependents while I run around deciding whether somebody needs medicine, bedding or food today.

TREAT certainly feels like it’s encouraging you to keep expanding your roster, but my experience suggests that doing what the game encourages may actually make free play substantially harder.

So I’m changing strategies.

I’m not adding another dog as my current dogs are adopted. I’m letting the population drop until I reach ten. When I fall to nine, I’ll take another and bring it back to ten.

Ten dogs. That’s the limit.

Please remind me I wrote this when some adorable block-headed creature appears on my screen next week.

And Then Polar Apparently Entered a Time Warp

This morning I was rolling for Polar because my dude needs new bedding.

I landed on one of those Get to Know Your Dog spaces where TREAT gives you three shadow dogs and some information, and you choose which answer belongs to your dog to earn progress toward the wellness badges.

The question involved how long Polar had been at the shelter.

I remembered it being around 11 weeks?

I picked 11 weeks.

Correct! 🎉

Then I rolled again.

Same goddamned square.

This time the three choices were completely different. Eleven wasn’t even among them. The other two numbers were obviously too high, so I chose 18 weeks.

Correct again.

Excuse me?

Polar did not spend seven additional weeks in the shelter during the approximately twelve seconds between my dice rolls.

So which is it, TREAT?

Eleven weeks or eighteen?

And then I checked his profile again:

Fourteen??

I’ve seen reviews from other players mentioning inaccuracies involving dogs and adoption information, and until now I couldn’t say I’d personally encountered one. Now I can at least say I’ve encountered this one, and I watched it happen back-to-back.

That’s a pretty substantial discrepancy when the information is supposedly describing a real shelter dog.

And About “Free”…

I originally approached TREAT intending to see what somebody could actually accomplish without throwing money at it.

I have since failed that experiment spectacularly.

By my extremely scientific accounting method of “I don’t look at my bank statement,” I estimate I’ve spent somewhere around $100.00 in the game so far, in addition to a $17.99 three-month subscription.

To be clear, TREAT didn’t ask me to write this review. Nobody from TREAT told me to spend that money. I’ve received a couple of keys and some rolls through reviewing the game, but nothing remotely approaching what I’ve personally put into it.

I spent the money because I wanted to.

And that’s precisely why I’m telling you about it.

You absolutely can play TREAT without paying. Marcelo is sitting approximately ten feet away from me proving it.

But based on the way I’ve been playing—with a giant roster and trying to get packages out to everybody—if you’re carrying eighteen or more dogs and trying to make meaningful progress with all of them?

You ain’t playing for free.

Or you’re watching a metric fuckton of ads.

The Mission Still Matters

None of this suddenly makes TREAT a bad game.

Quite the opposite: I’m still here because I’ve seen the part that matters actually happen.

I’ve watched packages progress through the system. I’ve seen deliveries arrive. I’ve watched dogs I’ve followed find homes. I’ve rolled specifically for medicine, food and bedding because a real shelter said those things were needed.

And somewhere along the way, one chunky white dog stopped being a picture in a mobile game and became my lil Tater, and I am currently waiting to hear back about the adoption application I submitted for her.

So yes, TREAT.

We’re still friends.

But we’re at the stage of the friendship where I love you enough to tell you when you’re doing some questionable shit. 😹❤️🐾

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You can learn more directly from TREAT’s official website, or find the app on Google Play for Android and the Apple App Store.

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Apparently I’ve Been Petting Everybody’s Dogs

I finally figured out something that’s confused me for a while. I’ve seen notifications saying other players petted my dogs, but I could never find some magical button that let me go around petting everybody else’s.

Turns out I’ve been doing it by accident this entire fucking time.

During the Who’s Your Dog? challenge, TREAT gives you a hint—like how many weeks your dog has been at the shelter—and shows you three shadow dogs. You pet the one you think is yours.

Pick correctly the first time and you get the biggest kibble reward. Miss once and you pet at least one stranger’s dog before finding yours. Completely shit the bed and you can work your way through them all, lovingly molesting everybody else’s virtual shelter dogs until you locate your own.

Those accidental picks count as petting other players’ dogs.

So to everyone whose dog has received mysterious affection from me over the course of this game:

You’re welcome.

I have apparently provided an enormous amount of community service.

This also makes my Polar problem more significant than I originally realized. His shelter-time hint has told me 11 weeks and 18 weeks, while his profile showed 14 weeks. That information isn’t just decorative—it can determine whether I correctly identify my dog on the first try and therefore how much kibble I earn.

Meanwhile, Glacier’s answer has consistently been 14 weeks, and I recognize her correctly every time.

Of fucking course I do.

I could identify that chunky white potato from orbit.

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You can learn more directly from TREAT’s official website, or find the app on Google Play for Android and the Apple App Store.

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