Dogs sitting inside an eviscerated frame that was a couch when people left the house an hour before. Dogs who obviously chewed the blinds right off of the windows. Dogs who killed the dragons that lived in their very own innocent dog beds.
I am a bad pet owner. I don't grab the camera when I see things like that (okay, so the bed is the only exampled I really have). I get rid of the evidence, without correction, which is very hard as a person to do, because the dog is obviously looking guilty, right? The dog must know what she did, right? Well, not really.
Okay, so as I'm cleaning up the destruction, I will occasionally point at the object and say "leave it!" because that is something Elka knows. Dog memory is funny. Chewing of that sort is comforting and, well, probably fun. It isn't "wrong" until the person comes home and is mysteriously angry, so the dog throws out appeasement behaviors to try to head off whatever the problem is. That's where "she looks guilty, she knows she was wrong" comes in. I firmly believe Elka is very very smart. Does she know she was wrong? I'm not sure; science says no. So, scientifically, can I have the only dog that does know? I doubt it. So maybe science is wrong, I don't know.
But, to the actual Elka-related mischief. When Elka was a puppy, we did not crate train her, but we did restrict her access to the rest of the house. So, we put up a baby gate, first with her just in the downstairs bathroom, but after that extending the range for the whole kitchen. She had her toys there, she had her bed there, she had her water there. All should be great, right? Well, mostly.
Baby Elka would stand against the corner in the kitchen, apparently, by the back door, and put her face against the corner there and chew. That's how I CSI'd the event, anyway; I never actually caught her doing it. Painting the corner with hot sauce did nothing. She licked it off in delight, and it was a mix of Red Hot and Sriracha! Leaving her with a Kong with peanut butter in it didn't help, as I'd been doing that all along. She didn't seem to be actually swallowing any of what she chewed off, it all seemed to end up on the floor. Eventually, she just kinda stopped on her own. By that point, we could trust her well enough, house breaking wise, that we let her into the rest of the downstairs. And she hasn't chewed a wall since.