Considering the circumstances of my life style, I spend a lot of time with my dogs. By choice, I might add, and I don't consider it any kind of deprivation.
Miss Mags, my Boston Terrier, is a constant source of amusement, plus she keeps my throwing arm in good shape because she is an insatiable chase-grab-retrieve fanatic. It never fails that I have to give her the "That's enough!" signal or she would keep me at it all day. (Enough signal = hands extended, palms outward, shaken from side to side while saying "All-y, all-y!" Sometimes it works.)
She likes her kong-toy because it is hard rubber and takes some unpredictable bounces. She also has a rubber ring which, when thrown correctly, rolls along the ground and allows her to chase it and grab it while it's moving. Tennis balls are also on the Good Stuff list.
When I was a kid I heard this breed called "Boston Bull" more than its current correct name of Boston Terrier. (Boston Terrorist to some.) She is really more mini-bull than terrier, although she shares traits with both families. I usually just refer to her as my boo-dawg.