This took place in the 40s or 50s. A little boy with his hand in the cookie jar. The dog wants them, too! He's got a glass of milk or some cola of some kind. Or pop.
Little boy is 5, 7 or 10. The dog is mature. He's grown, now. He ain't no puppy! He's about 3. They look like they're growing together.
Looks like he climbed up on something and snuck chocolate chip cookies. Jelly in the middle, chocolate covering on a sugar cookie, or oatmeal. It's probably jelly. Shoot, he ate a bunch of 'em!
He's had maybe 2, 3, 4...the jar's still full. It could be his jelly jar that he dunked them into.
The dog looks like, "Oooh, I'm gonna tell."
He's gonna have a belly ache tonight! Or diarrhea. No TV. He's sucking his thumbs.
How's he gonna put the cookies us? That's HIS problem to put the cookies back.