A trip to the bank might seem like a common nuisance of a chore to you, but to a little doxie like me, it’s a big adventure. I mean it’s hard enough for me to write out my deposit slip with these cumbersome paws!

So imagine my surprise when my local bank in town invited me inside! See I’m practically a celebrity over there. They have my newspaper article hanging in the lobby, and every time I come in the ladies & gents swoon over me. I have to admit, I am pretty dashing.

The peeps in the bank even offered up a safety deposit box for me, shall I ever need a more secure place to keep my bones. A pretty tempting offer, should my ‘rents ever find my secret stash. Shhh! Don’t tell.

Waiting at the crosswalk

Always look both ways before crossing the street

safely made it across the street to the bank

Where did you say that safety deposit box was?

..and back across the street again

home sweet home. back to the shop.