We adopted Owen from Helen Woodward Animal Center a year ago tomorrow. Since that time he's eaten...
One sofa
One reclining chair
Five pairs of shoes
One pair of cycling shoes
Too many stuffed toys to count
Lawn furniture and pillows
More books than I can count
One torchiere
A (down) sleeping bag
Clothing pulled off the clothesline
Numerous clothespins
Assorted tools (with rubber handles) off of the tool bench
All manner or cardboard boxes and styrofoam fillers
Two bags of pine shavings
Assorted plastic feed buckets
Two lemon trees (both died)
One fig tree (survived!)
My entire drip irrigation system (various points at various times)
And the list goes on...
He's a notorious escape artist, and he chases anything that moves, including chickens if they run...
BUT: He does NOT EAT chickens. In fact, he scared off a Cooper's hawk that nabbed one of my EEs, saving her life. So for as destructive as his first year with us has been, he's got a big, scary bark (I'm a single mom) and a sense that those chickens belong to me! He's worth his 65 pounds in gold!