Your dog is cute:)
Susie use to tear up anything she could get hold of. She’s a Jack Russell, and Mack called her Jack the Ripper:), he believe she’d tear up a 100 pound anvil given the chance:)
But I was like you, I could only laugh. When we’d come home and find stuff all over the place (that’s the only time she did it, when we were gone), it was funny how well she could just ignore the mess, like she didn’t even see it. I tried crating, but she hated it (I know, if I had held out she would have gotten use to it:), you could tell from her voice she would howl the whole time we were gone. I finally just would shut her in my bedroom where there was nothing she could get hold of. That worked.
Becky
Zulu was a shoe chewer, so that ticked me off.
Gidget ripped the stuffing out of her blanket. That was usually enough to keep her occupied... I’d put the same stuffing back in it and kept it in her crate.
She did that until she was about a year old... then she could be trusted loose when we were gone.