Brings back memories...
Our former girl, Lara, got her name from eating all but the hardcover of "Dr Zhivago" in her first 10 minutes in the house, while I was in the bathroom.
Oh well... from there the list went on, and on,and on... culminating with an entire sectional sofa ripped to shreds. What made it worse was that at the time I was renting a furnished apartment... I still recall the explaining I had to do, and how we had to literally reconstruct the darn thing, cause it had been a special order, very dear to the landlord's heart, hence irreplaceable, etc.,etc. Ugh...
But we learned something, and now our 13 month old pup Gracie can be trusted with couches, remotes and high heel shoes, regardless of their price.
What we've learned can be summarized as follows:
- no crate
- access to the front door of the house and the door to the garage. I cannot stress enough how important it is for dogs to be able to execute their primary mission in life - guarding the house. If they're kept from getting to the doors, they become overly anxious.
- hard rubber toys, no squeakies... All my diogs were made anxious by squeaky toys. She has a blast with some 20 tennis balls scattered around, and some hard rubber toys from jollypets - the monster ball and monster mouth. Loves those...
- every week a new real cow bone (femur section), raw, unflavored and boiled and left with her to chew at will. She'll get the marrow out in a day or so, then she'll work on ligament ends for another week, then... new bone! I get the bones at 50 cents each - waaaay cheaper than a couch!
With this treatment Gracie has been a sweetheart and has done no damage, although she has the livingroom, kitchen, and hallways to herself when we're away.
Good luck!
PS - I'm almost thinking of creating a picture collection re: doggie damage... we have tons of pictures of Lara's work!