Today was a local dog event where the dogs and I staffed the Delta Therapy dog stall. Towards the end of the day we headed off to look at the other stalls. That's when hurricane Deska hit. We start off at the Advance stall, Deska knocks two bowls of kibble from the tables and eats them both. We move on to RSPCA with gourmet biscuits - ended up having to buy 3 that Deska pulled down. Next stall, lady bending over to look at something, Deska shoves his nose in her treat pouch. Snuffle mat, yep pull that off the table to check for treats. Left over lunch in a handbag under a stall, better pull that out. Another bowl of treats pulled on the ground A pocket picked, mostly tissues stolen A shelf of Ziwipeaks, pull them all down and slobber over the pkts Bowl of K9 treats, knock them over Oh look a company selling home made food, put the paws in a container of wet food to pull off some chicken sausages Bin with pigs ears, I'll have two of those thankyou. And the piece de resistance, dog food stall, fancy pedestals set up with food and treats, lets just jump up and knock the pedestals over. Chain reaction, one hits the next and there's 3 pedestals of food on the ground. By the time I finished picking up the last stall the event was over and behind us a trail of destruction. The stalls ahead that we didn't make it to all breathed a sigh of relief. Our friends at the Sponsor's stall, who know Deska well, thought it was hilarious and gave me a bag to carry all our ill-gotten gains. And now hurricane Deska is asleep on the couch, no doubt will be sick or have the runs tomorrow, but for now he's sleeping with a smile on his face.