Banking Local

Our dog Chester, or Chessler as Ann calls him, is a pleasant sort. He was designed to herd sheep and cattle but his skills we found wanting and he was abandoned by the cowboy who worked for us up on the ranch. The young man was having a serious rift with his wife and Chester was just another issue he couldn't handle. Leaving a terrified dog was not cool.

That is were we came in and from a good friend in the canyon, we got Chester. While he has some abandonment issues, he is a very lovable dog and is immensely good at laying around the house and giving affection and begging for the same. He still is not known for any working attributes other than be lovable. He has no hobbies.

However, he has a certain personality trait that, while not confined to this one type of dog, has taken a new twist. He does sit in front of the cabinet staring, knowing full well that if perfectly administered, he will get a milk bone. He knows that if comes in from the outside after performing his duty, he may also get a treat by looking at Ann with sad intent eyes.

Maybe a year ago he learned that when we go to make a deposit at the International Bank, if he sits up in the car he will also be rewarded by the teller. But about three months ago while walking to the Harvest Home Bakery, he ran over and sat in front of the deposit window at the bank looking up with those big eyes suggesting that even though he was not making a deposit maybe he could have a biscuit. The first couple of times, I whistled him off. But one day while he did this, the drawer came out and on it was a prized biscuit which after a little coaxing he grabbed.


It was at that moment I realized why I bank locally. Chester now makes frequent withdrawals.