King: Phone line going into the house. That's it! Period!
Molly: Nothing, zip..nada. Only dog I have ever heard of that didn't mess anything up.
Past disasters:
Farfel:1965, entire ham, five or six pounds. Put him out for about 12 hours, but no other side effects. Taught mom that he could go anywhere in the kitchen! Worst actual item destroyed was a chair my mom's grandmother had given her when she died. It had an odd smell, and I guess that's what attracted him. We went up to the airport to pick up the foreign exchange student we had that year, and her plane was delayed for a long time, and Farfel was alone for almost 14 hours, and the chair was pretty much destroyed. My mom was pretty upset, but forgave him in a day or two.
Joe, 1977. Ate a hole in the wall and almost got out of the house! Only the chicken wire in the stucco slowed him down until I got home.
Blackie, 1977: she ate my brand new boots. I wasn't sure who did it, until the "evidence" reappeared.
Gus, 1985:The mother of all chewers: The carpet, seat belts radio wires, vent knob, door trim, and sound deadener of the van I bought the day after I got him! Eighteen months later, the destroyed items included house carpet, door trim, a door corner, a table leg, a plastic dog bowl, a pretty rare book, about a hundred magazines, and a few shoes, and a lot of socks. A whole lot of socks. And a few pillows, too.