My stinky boy is 14 and still frisky. His favorite things in the world are snuggling on the couch while we watch UT Football, walk time, fetch, and a small mcdonalds hamburger plain and dry. When I got him, he was 8 weeks old and fit in the palm of my hand. I had a job that was dog friendly at the time, so he spent the first entire year of his life sleeping on my lap. Instant bond, greatest dog I've ever had.
His name is Texas, long may he reign!
Texas absolutely loves tennis balls. I have to buy him a new can every couple of weeks or so. Obviously he loves to play fetch, but he also loves to chew them really hard and make them pop. He'll lay down with a ball in his bed and try to pop a tennis ball for hours. Every time he gets a new ball, it's his favorite toy and he'll carry it everywhere. Sometimes I even catch him with his paws on it, pinning it to the floor, giving it kisses up and down like he's in love with it. Every time he is told to go night-night, he'll head to his bed, then stop in his tracks, remember he needs to go get the ball, then look around anxiously until he finds it and can secure it and bring it to bed with him. Every other toys he's gotten, he'll rip to shreds, but tennis balls are the constant toy his entire life.