While standing at the ATM at Bank of America on Saturday morning a teller smiled, waved, and then opened the lobby door to hand me this gift for their favorite guest, Daisy.
You would think Daisy would be thrilled to see this bone just minutes after I arrived home, wouldn't you? Instead she's gave me that, "How dare you go to the bank without me?" stare.
Do you have a four-legged banker in your family? And if so, do they go inside, go through the drive-up window, or both? And do they smell money (and bones) on you when you come home?