When we first got JoJo, we started noticing that paper of any sort was no longer safe withing dog range. Since Gus had never shown any proclivity for chewing our belongings, we naturally assumed that the newcomer was responsible. After months of trying to discourage this activity, we bit the bullet and got JoJo a crate. At last, our stuff was safe.
For about a year our stuff was, in fact, safe. Then we started coming home and finding our books, magazines and newspapers shredded again. Just like the old days. But JoJo was in the crate. And unless JoJo was letting herself out of the crate and getting back before we got home, the culprit had to be Gus. Maybe he'd been setting her up the whole time. Or maybe Gus was acting in solidarity, protesting to get JoJo freed.
Since keeping her in jail wasn't preventing crime, and the crate took up a lot of room, we set JoJo free. We've pretty much gone back to shredding our own paper.
But not our own underwear. Lately, JoJo has conceived a need to try on my Lovely and Charming Wife's panties, which of course can't be done without chewing a hole for her tail: