The Bank Teller

It's one of those mundane tasks I usually never give any thought to, going to the drive-through bank teller.  Except, if the girls are with me, Kelli, "my" teller, goes nuts.  She meows at the dogs, barks at them, talks with them.  And Sage is one of her favorites.  She is always commenting on Sage's soulful looks.

Sage.  She knows how to make sure the vacuum tube has not just my receipt, but treats.

Murphy's Day.