I can't recall all the things my dog's eaten, even if we just include actually eaten, not simply chewed to bits.
Not one, but two PC microphones.
Countless dead rodents and birds that the cats leave lying in our lawn, as well as a few other small animals, like a toad. She loves it when they kill a squirrel, she'll carry it around like a chew toy all day.
Dust bunnies.
Soap.
A whole fucking pot roast, must have been like five pounds plus the gravy, and we only left the kitchen for like five minutes. She's a big dog, too, a Golden, we don't know how the hell she got on and off the counter without us hearing it.
About half a shoe.
Her own crap, and cat-crap from the litterbox.
Loaves upon loaves of baguette, we finally learned to leave them on top of the fridge.
A long section of shoelace, that was fun to pull out.