Banking On It

Made my first trip to the bank today. At almost 3 years old, it was nice to see a new place known for deposits and withdrawals. I myself have only known of deposits and they were always left outside on the grass. Alas, here there were no treats, just money. Can't eat it, although people sure do like to spend it. I would rather have the treats. Other people seemed surprised to see me here. I wanted to wander around and meet folks, but she had me on a short, tight leash here. I guess because I really wasn't suppose to be here. Don't know why not? Isn't like I was going to rob a bank. Why would I do that? There's nothing I want here. Nothing to eat. Not even a squirrel in sight to chase. I know, I think she should open an account for me. That way when we go back to the pet store, I can get all the treats I want.