I've seen this a hundred times, but (even if it is fake) it gets a laugh from me because my little girl was like that.
She's gone now, but I had to take her to the vet five times because she got into things and gorged herself so bad that she couldn't breathe right. Every time I thought I had things locked up enough, stored securely, she'd prove me wrong lol.
Her and the cat even worked together to raid the garbage can. The dog would get planted, and the cat would jump on her back and then knock things out. We weighted the lid, and that didn't work. Switched to one with a pedal, and the dog would step on it so the cat could acrobat her way in. We ended up just having to keep it outside entirely, no kitchen garbage can at all.
Oh! And we kept some supplies on the top shelf of the cabinets under the counter. This was after the cat died. This stumpy little corgi managed to pop the door open, climb her way to the back of the cabinet and pull out cocoa powder, all in twenty minutes while I showered. That was another vet trip lol.
Never underestimate the power of stumpy legs and satellite ears.
I miss both of those girls so much.