Sometimes the praise that I gave to Sharav was just verbal (כלב טוב), or a scratch behind his ears or under his chin, or a belly rub, or a bum scratch, but I also liked to do a “treat bonanza” every once in a while, buying all kinds of treats and dumping them all out of their bags and onto the floor at once, overwhelming him with the feeling of how much love he was getting and how great his life was.
Birthdays were a great time for treat bonanzas, but they could happen at any time, with no notice.