By now, you know the script. August gets into something he’s not supposed to get into. We attempt to chide him but end up taking pictures instead.

His latest quarry: Iggy’s food container.

When we caught him in the act, he knew right away that he was in hot water.

He knew he needed to escape, and so he sought refuge.

Safely hidden away where he knew we could not find him, he continued to chew.

He was tremendously pleased with his cleverness.

Then followed a moment not pictured, in which August’s excessive delight caused him to lose balance and topple sideways, knocking dog food all over the floor in the process.

In the wake of the disaster, he attempted to set things right by disposing of the evidence.

Apparently, his guilt was of the low-grade variety. Moments later, he shuffled off to wreck some other corner of the house, leaving a grateful Iggy with a second breakfast.