Tommy is having his lunch and the doggie wants some too.
It must be summer, or he would be in school.
The doggie is named I don't know.
The doggie is a boy.
The doggie is tan and brown.
He should be named Fido.
Whatever he is eating he really likes it. It is all over him.
The container has peanut butter in it.
He has a cracker in his hand.
He is probably looking at his mother and wondering what she will say when his mother sees the mess.
He looks like he can go right over and lap his face. He is eating something, looks like in the kitchen.
He has a gloss of something to drink.
What has he got in his hand?
Chocolate ice cream is dripping down his chin.
His mother is saying, "Heavens what did you get into now? Eating your daddy's cookies."
My mother would like to tell him to go to bed.