The dog wants to fit its odds. If they all go out there and eat the chocolate he won’t get any. That’s what I’m talking about. What we call the boy depends upon whether he helped himself or not. If his mother gave it to him that’s one thing but if he stole it that’s another issue. Can a boy his age pour a glass of milk? He looks to be about six. He could pour his own glass of milk. He looks about like he’s in the 6th grade. That’s about right.
The dog’s name is Sambo. The dog’s name is Launie. This little boy’s family is in the next room. He looks like he’s hiding around the corner with that tin can. A little boy is always in trouble. Why? Because he’s probably mischievous! He’s looking around to make sure no one catches him. The dog has his tongue hanging out looking like he wants what the boy has.
The boy has a family and at least six sisters. Him and his sisters probably don’t get along. He’s probably out of luck because they all gang up on him. They know he has what is good for them and they want to eat it (cookies).
The little boy is wearing shoes and looking out the window. He’s looking out the window and the door to see if he’s safe for catching up with eternity and eating cookies.
What happens next is you would see a mother feeding her baby. Based on the tile floor, he is in the kitchen and his mother is in the kitchen. The way that the dog is standing in the doorway looks like it’s a swinging door.
That little boy thinks he needs to give the dog a cookie before he starts barking and giving him away. Both the boy and the dog are doing to step off the boy’s back. The boy is conniving. The dog wants the cookies and the boy is trying to figure out how to keep the cookies away from the dog. The boy is in there eating cookies and conniving and trying to figure out how he can keep those cookies all to himself. The dog goes from the doorway towards the boys hand because that’s where the food is.
Story created by male storytellers at a VA dementia care community.