•2 Xlarge dog crates, approx. $175 each

•any type of paper/tissue/napkin/mail that was left in his reach (and at his size, the only thing NOT in his reach is locked in a dresser or drawer

•at least 10 different blankets/dog beds...these were his and he still felt the need to end them

•1 black leather Coach hobo bag, valued at $350

•several leather belts

•several leather shoes...he likes that  leather

•1 knee high riding boot...thank goodness those were the old ones...

•1 riding crop

•ANY food that was not locked away or put in the outdoor garbage can

•my printer cord--something I realized at 6 am after spending all night writing a paper due at 8 am...that taught me not to wait until the last minute

•2 textbooks---anyone who has been or is a college student knows the pain buying and selling text books involves...this may have been more painful than the Coach purse

•my lab goggles

•1 hairbrush

•several sets of miniblinds, at least one of them being custom and rather pricey to replace

•a box of scented votive candles---they were vanilla, I would have eaten them too

•an entire bag of Reese cups, wrappers and all...the second day I had him...talk about panic for any dog owner.  After a vet ER visit and sitting up observing him all night, he had not a single side effect...I should have taken that as a sign

•The Reese cups were only topped by an entire bottle of HUMAN Rx meds...I get this phone call from a roomie while I'm at work...I barely drove home I was in such a panic...once again, invinceable dog was unaffected by his prey

Mind you, this was all in the earlier portion of Bart's time with us...other than the lovely destruction to my house, and my sanity, I love this dog dearly.  He is loyal to a fault and seems truly grateful everyday for his safe happy home. 

**UPDATE** I am happy to say that since our move to the suburbs, Bart has put himself on a diet of sorts and uses some form of restraint.  He now spends his time thinking of ways to access the kitchen trash can we keep locked in the downstairs bathroom, praying we carelessly leave some food out, training his daddy to meet Bart's every whim and snorkeling the Koi food off the surface of our backyard pond when we aren't looking.  God love him, I couldn't imagine my life without his big stinky self.  All I can say is, in the 2 years prior to our getting him and having him neutered I really hope he didn't reproduce...I doubt the world could handle more than one of these colorful guys!