November 5th, 1927
I first met Charlie our little dog,
In a Simi Valley store,
He was all fluffed up in a box to go,
When I came in the door.
He jumped with glee at the sight of me,
He cocked his head to the right,
He wagged his tail and that was that,
I took him home that night.
I placed him on the kitchen floor,
And called my kids to see,
They screamed "Oh Daddy" very loud,
But didn't run to me.
They slid across the open floor,
Scooping Charlie up,
Their mom rushed in to join the fun,
And almost crushed the pup.
Hugging, kissing, scratching him,
Charlie licked their faces,
Yells and yelps of merriment,
The happiest of places.
Enough I cried, the dog is tired,
He's had a busy day,
Let him eat and get some sleep,
He's had enough okay!
They didn't hear a word I said,
Rolling on the floor,
So I gave up and simply thanked
That Simi Valley store.