This is our Chief of Homeland Security, Kodi.
He's a purebred Keeshond who came to live with us as a rescue dog. He adopted us immediately.
He celebrated his (wait for it, he does NOT look or act his age) 10th birthday on Cinco deMayo. He has more energy than the law should allow, and his vet says he has the body of a 3-year-old.
The Lovely & Gracious Mrs. B said she'd like to have 'a little boy in a dog suit' who would play with toys. He is all that. He has dozens of plush squeak toys that he keeps in a wicker box. He's meticulous about playing with each of them . . . in a regular rotation. It's hysterical. He'll rummage around in the toybox until he finds one he hasn't played with for awhile, then he'll romp with it for a day or so and put it away.
He takes very good care of them all. He doesn't chew them up or tear them, and he still has the very first one he picked out at Petsmart the first day he was with us.
His favorite two toys (he thinks) are our 7-year-old grandson and our 2-year-old granddaughter. He dotes on and adores them!