When my old bull terrier was a pup, we foolishly offered to look after an antique chair for visiting friends, who’d bought it at a local shop. If I remember correctly you could still make out some of the wooden frame.
I had a manic cat who used to shred toilet rolls and chew the post. Her main obsession was with tampons and she learnt how to open the cupboard door to get at them and could be relied upon to saunter into the room whenever I had company with a 'white mouse' in her mouth.
The day I got a new oven was mortifying as dozens were revealed when the old oven was removed.