His first best friend with us was a jumbo Spunky the Spider dog toy, that he picked out on his own on the day that we adopted him. But poor Spunky was quickly turned into a carcass of a stuffy by Mr. B and we would see him carrying a random leg and sometimes the head around the house.
Now that Mr. B has learned to not destroy his stuffys, he has developed quite the collection of best friends. In addition, Mr. B's favorite human friend, our dog walker from Dogma Petcare, gives Mr. B a brand new stuffy bone that he loves so dearly along with other stuffy friends every Christmas.
Also, Mr. B tends to find new best friends along our daily walk, but they are never allowed into his house, so they are just close acquaintances, which is a good thing since there is at least two stuffys in every room of our house.
Since Miss M is not allowed play with any of Mr. B's friends, A has sewn Miss M her own best friend.
Can there ever be too many best friends?