Seriously. This dog doesn't eat, gnaw, chew, scratch or anything except once in a very blue moon, she gets a hold of something metal (!)- a nail one time even. So we don't worry. Never a slipper or a rug or anything else.
Except last night. We were watching a movie (Dominick and Eugene) and generally having a good time.
"Look at our silly dog."
"What's she doing?"
"Just rolling around on her back."
"She sure is weird."
"Yep, quiet please, we're watching."
"Is she eating something?"
"I'm sure she's eating something. What's that on the floor? A string?"
"I'm sure I can see something. Stop the movie, I want to look."
I'd say it survived pretty well. Frivole's Flowering Quatrain done in teeny tiny "Oliver Twists"-#49 Burgundy. : )