Uh... treats and belly rubs. What else?
Belly Rubbers
(in no particular order), Guided By Voices, XTC, Prince, Sammy Davis Jr., Frank Sinatra, Billie Holiday, OutKast, Elvis Costello, Joe Jackson, Ceiling Fan, The Shut-Ups, Thin Lizzy, Burt Bacharach, Casper and the Cookies, Adam and the Ants, The Flaming Lips, Elliott Smith, Devo, The Cars, Al Green, Willie Nelson, The Oranges Band, Sparks, David Bowie, Parliament, Public Enemy, Steely Dan, Tom Jones, George Baker Selection, Smashing Pumpkins, The Police, T. Rex, Stevie Wonder, The Who, and, of course, my namesake-PJ Harvey.
What? You want me to say something like, 'Benji,' or, better yet, 'Beethoven?' Charles Grodin sucks. That's all I have to say.
The Office.
My daddy, who rescued me from a shi**y owner. I mean, this guy had me tied to his back porch on a little rope all day and night. I had worms and my ears were getting all eaten up. That was until my current daddy came and liberated away in a daring mid-day rescue. I love my daddy! He rubs my belly.