[PowderMonkey]

As typical of the breed, he was a pistol. The class clown. He loved causing an uproar. Being the bad boy was his most endearing trait. He shredded all my feather pillows one day. I came home to find the living room awash in chicken feathers. In the midst of it, the only visible part of the dog was his tail, happily wagging above a sea of feathers. “Come play! Best doggie day ever!” Spike was the best dog I ever had. Sure do miss that little guy.

[aldabra]

Your feather pillow story reminds me of my shepherd mix who was usually well behaved, except his mission in life was killing dog beds. I’d find him, stuffing all over, happy as could be. After the third dead bed, he got to sleep on towels bought on clearance.

[Eric in the Ozarks]

Jake also has a taste for Kleenex and toilet tissue on the roll.
He would rob a Kleenex from wife’s pocket and bolt it down.

He also liked to take a bite out of the TP roll or failing that, would get the tail end and pull it down the hall.