I walk into the dumpster area of our apartment complex to dump my trash and notice a nice mellow brown and white dog resting alongside the dumpster.
I give him a smile. Before I can put my plastics into the plastic recycle bin on the left, a scraggy wild-looking dude jumps up from inside the dumpster on my right, grins and explains:
"Looking for buried treasures."
I gave him the high sign and moved on.