I would be a millionaire were it not for my dogs balls.
I have two dogs. Youngest is ball obsessed, but both love retrieving strange, being labrador retrievers and all
I buy tennis balls - they take delight in removing all the flocking.
I buy rubber balls - they pull chunks off until I am throwing a piece of 'I' shaped rubber.
I buy expensive, non chew, non flocked super balls - and promptly (and with great enthusiasm) throw them into thick brambles, or up a tree.
Todays pm excursion involved a ball on a rope stuck up a tree, two out of a pack of three cheap tennis type balls punctured and therefore, akin to throwing a frisby, and a forgotton tennis ball in the boot thoroughly deflocked on the way home.
Boot looked like a mass chick massacre.
No more balls. None. Ever again.