‘Ol
Buddy didn’t bank on change
We
have a little mutt that we call Ol’ Buddy. We inherited him
from Jilda’s mom Ruby when she passed away. Ruby actually called
him Baby, but there’s no way I would have a dog named Baby.
I was convinced that the name Baby would cause unresolved issues
with his self-image so I promptly changed his name to Ol’ Buddy. The
name seemed to fit him much better and he didn’t whine as much
after the change.
I’ve written about Buddy in the past. In fact, the story I
wrote about how we got him is a story that many readers remember
most. Folks do love their dogs.
The little mutt makes friends wherever he goes. He loves everyone,
except small children. I’m not sure if he views them as competition
or what, but I have to keep my best eye on him when our young nieces
and nephews are around.
Ol' Buddy is like a rock star at our local bank. Every time we turn
into the drive-through to make a deposit, Ol' Buddy gets beside himself.
He starts barking, wagging his tail as he ricochets off the arm rests.
By the time it's our turn at the window he's in our lap trying his
best to get to the retractable cash drawer.
Banking at our branch comes to a stand still as all the tellers come
over to the window to howdy up with Ol' Buddy.
One of the tellers will say, “here’s Ol' Buddy” and
all of a sudden all of the tellers are at our window, and the dog
is putting on a show. When they say something to him through the
tinny speakers, he will cock his head like the RCA Victor dog. We
have to restrain him to keep him from licking the teller window and
hopping into the money tray for a ride inside. Heaven forbid if that
were to happen, because we’d never get him out.
When they complete our transaction and they send the cash drawer
back out to us, there is always a doggy treat in it. To Ol’ Buddy,
that’s commerce at its best. He loves doing business there.
Recently, Jilda ran by the bank that handles our business account.
As she approached the window, Ol' Buddy became excited. But
when they arrived, much to his dismay, there was no excitement from
inside the bank and it appeared to him that banking continued AS
USUAL. To a small creature, who views himself as the center
of the universe, this was shocking!
I'm sure the main thought running through his mind was “MONEY
CHANGERS!!!!. I have a lot of clout with my daddy Ms. MoneyGirl and
you’ll be in big trouble when I get home.”
To complete the slight, when the money drawer came back out, the
only thing in there was a receipt, which he promptly chewed up and
left in a damp clump on the floorboard.
Jilda said that Ol' Buddy hopped into the back seat where he rode
dejectedly all the way home.
I need to have a talk with the banking team at my branch because
there is one thing they need to understand - When Ol' Buddy ain’t
happy, I ain’t happy. Either learn a little R-E-S-P-E-C-T
and get right with the doggie biscuits or we're taking our business
elsewhere. |