I love reading these - because it always reminds me how lucky I am. Since we got Perry at 8 months old (he's almost 4 now), the number of things he's "destroyed" I can count on one hand (and he's been home alone with my housekeeper during the day with very little supervision most of that time).
1) He once tore a very small piece off the spine of a book (the bookshelf goes all the way down to the floor and one of the books must have had a small tear that was too good to resist).
2) He's ripped up maybe 2-3 tissues or papers - but only ones that are on the actual floor for an extended period of time. The bathroom garbage can is very low but he's never taken anything out of it (and he has free run of the house, including the bedroom because his water bottle hangs off his crate).
3) he once figured out how to get his food bowl, that was sitting on the coffee table, onto the floor with very little spillage (I moisten his food so it was very wet - still no idea how it didn't splash all over the table/ floor!)
4) he once grabbed his himalayan chew off of the coffee table (I had left it on the very edge)
He always has plenty of toys around and will grab one of them when he wants to chew or tear or throw things around
Lest you all think that he's a perfect little angel... he still will bark hysterically at my husband (which does not help the hubby-Perry relations at all!) which means I am constantly on high alert to keep track of where tehy both are and try to distract Perry when my husband is entering a room so he doesn't do that, and he constantly goes to the gate in the yard to bark at the neighbor's dog, our guards, anyone around and won't come when I call him away from there (I covered the bottom half of the gate - so now he just stops higher up on the stairs to bark - the only positive is that it's less stairs for me to walk down to get him!)