As far as toys goes, Luther has an abundance. I'm not sure if it's the "only dog" syndrome or what but we think if he has a good choice of toys to chewing on, this will help deter his desire to consume the furniture. For the most part, this has been true. I must say that Luther doesn't get much of a chance since I try to always keep an eye on him.
Anyway, Kelly (next door) gave Luther a toy named "Mr. Footlong". Mr. Footlong was a favorite for throwing and retrieving and I think Luther enjoyed how Mr. Footlong felt in his mouth. Mr. Footlong was complete with a squeeker and rope type arms. He was balanced and just the right weight to throw short or long distance with ease with his torpedo-shaped body. We gave Luther Mr. Footlong to keep him company in the crate this weekend while we played in a golf tournament in 105 degree weather. (I wasn't feeling real sorry for Luther in the air conditioning!!!) Come to find out, Mr. Footlong was the most miserable of us all. He lost his stuffing.
So we bid farewell to Mr. Footlong...a good friend. He will indeed be missed!