Harley — as you know — loves his snacks. I usually hide his snacks so he has to do a little work for his dessert, but Bruce usually hands them to Harley on demand. Lately, though, Harley has also made another demand: loves.
That is, he turns his head in a coquettish manner, asking to get scritches. You know. With his snack.
Best. Scritches. Ever.
Eventually, of course — and usually quite suddenly — Harley is READY FOR THE SNACK.