By Hobo Hudson


Dad and I took a ride up to my bank this morning, and the teller gave me my dog bone for making Dad go to the bank. I carefully laid it on the seat and started barking at her. She asked Dad what I was barking about, and he told her that I was reminding her that she was out of dog bones the last time he came in. She picked up another bone and gave it to me to make up for the one I didn't get earlier.

I carefully laid it on the seat by the first one and started barking again, and she asked Dad again what I was barking about. Dad reminded her that I had to pay interest back when I started my business and needed a loan and that I thought it was only fair that she pay me interest for not having a bone the last time I came in, and so she gave me a half bone more.

Upon receiving it, I cheerfully began eating my loot. Yep, you’ve gotta stand up for your rights when you deal with those bankers.