Ben's keen canine nose sniffed out the table scraps tossed out in a garbage can.
He managed to hook his forelimbs over the edge of the trash can rim and, while propped on his back legs, he tipped over the can, spilling the contents onto the ground.
He made quick work of the scraps from a sandwich he had tossed out earlier.
While finishing off his meal, Ben saw a guy walking toward the back door. Something went off in his brain, and he gave a friendly wag of his tail.
Adam, one of Ben's long-time buddies, saw the large dog that had knocked over Ben's trash can. "You better eat and run, boy," Adam said. "Ben's not going to be happy with you knocking over his trash can."
Ben's doggy brain made no sense of Adam's words. Instead, smelling more appetizing odors in the trash, he began to rummage for something else to eat.