The dog started jogging down the road away from the man.
“Hey, where ya goin’?” He called after it. “Was it somethin’ I said?” The man chuckled under his breath and scooped the contents of the can into his mouth. He sucked on his dirty fingers, then scooped out another bite. It was the first thing he’d eaten in three weeks, he wasn’t going to be picky about it.
The dog stopped halfway down the road and sat down. The man looked over at it.
“You sure you don’t wanna share this?” He called after it. “It’s pretty good!” The man waved the can at the dog. The dog glanced over for a second, but then looked away.
“Suit yourself.” He muttered and resumed scooping and eating. When the can was empty, he tossed it onto the sidewalk and wiped his hands on his dirt and urine-stained pants. He turned back to the shopping bag he had lifted off the old lady and, pushing aside several cans of tunafish, took out another can of dog food.