“‘Why, Mr. Sheip,’ I replied, ‘we are not box-makers, you know.’
“‘That’s so!’ he said. ‘I’ll have a dog-house made in the factory!’ and on Christmas day this beauty of a dog-house came. Have you noticed the label on it?”
I read the painted black letters on the large white label:
Merry Christmas
to
Cheesey
from
Officers Burke, Dougherty,
Kunzig, and Weigner.
“It pleased us so,” went on the officer, “that we bought a Christmas tree and many people helped us trim it.
“A good many people brought presents for Cheesey. One lady from Camden brought a feather pillow; another lady brought a piece of meat. That dog could have seventeen meals a day if he could hold them—couldn’t you, Cheesey?”
The little dog wagged his tail, turned around twice, then went into his house. After thanking the officer I went on my way, made happier for all my life because of the true story of Cheesey.