MOLLY and ME VS THE ATM

(I wrote about my sorely missed Molly before, but I’ve become more upset with the way Big Business is frequently changing their confusing rules as if we were a bunch of serfs subjected to their whims.)

A long time ago I dropped in at the ATM with my faithful dog Molly. I thought she would enjoy the experience. She liked most people, especially kids, but we came upon a confused crowd of adults in the bank’s lobby. They were arguing about the new ATM instructions. There were pros and cons. Molly had no opinion, but she looked upset and was getting fidgety.

I was finally able to reach the machine and make a withdrawal, but by then, Molly had made a deposit. I won’t be able to use that ATM for awhile. The crowd raised quite a stink and Molly and I scurried out.

Another list of bank rule revisions had managed to upset that crowd. If you find our rapidly changing technology with its new rules, unsettling, imagine the effect it’s having on our dogs. When they first joined our families, our lives were simpler and calmer. They had no trouble as welcome additions to our packs, becoming protectors of our young children and challengers of suspicious strangers. All that came naturally.

Molly would have liked to help out with the ATM problem, but she was still trying to figure out television and didn’t understand how the family could sit there calmly while all that shouting and shooting was taking place outside the window across the room.

Cars were a different matter. Molly loved to rove, especially at higher speeds. Sightseeing and sightsmelling with her head out the window and ears flapping in the wind, were just her thing. A big plus was being able to bark insults and challenges to large dogs and haughty cats along the way while sitting in a speeding ironbound car.

She had the twice daily task of taking me for my walks. I’m sure when I whistled and she saw me with leash in hand standing by the door, she thought, “The old guy has to go out again and be led around the neighborhood. But that’s a fair price I have to pay for the kibbles, treats and belly scratches.”

I think they got it all wrong. “Planet of the Apes” was a failure. They chose the wrong animals.