Here's the most unexpected, or perhaps most amusing, thing he's eaten so far.
Yes, my dog ate my bra. Now mind you, this is not just any bra. It's my most expensive, most comfortable, and (previously) most often worn bra.
Now take a close look at where he chose to tear it up. If this conformation/obedience thing doesn't work out for him, I think the boy's got a career at Fredrick's of Hollywood...