I hope that stuffing didn't come from furniture.
My dad once came back to the station wagon to roughly that sort of mess. The main differences were the pieces of padded dash board, and hanging shreds of ceiling material, and maybe the odd shred of steering wheel plastic. Seems to hound did not like being cooped up when she heard the gun range shot guns going off. After all, it was her job to go get the damn ducks... The dog survived, surprisingly enough, but the station wagon got retired. Good thing it wasn't new.