Liver. Overcooked and broken into little pieces. My Bichon had to get his ears cleared of ingrown hair every few weeks (all Bichon Frise have this problem). The first time he yelped and cried, and after that hated to get into the car. So the next time I took liver. Liver on getting into the car, liver on getting out of the car, liver on entering the groomer’s, liver on getting onto the table, liver after each ear hair-removal. The next trip, I had to hold him back, he was so eager to go. He was so busy looking for his liver that he didn’t even appear to notice the hair-pulling, just wagged his tail and licked the groomer’s hand. Then looked at me for his liver.