Happy Thursday, everyone! It's me, Tucker! Twice before on this blog, I've shared the trials and tribulations I've experienced in the never-ending story I like to call The Quest for the Cookie!
So yesterday, I was here at Mom's office taking a nap on my fuzzy blue bed (it is so soft and cushy, and never fails to send me off to Dreamland!) ....
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| Me, dreaming of cookies ... |
when all of a sudden I heard Mom say ... "Come on, Tuck, let's go to the cookie bank!"
Well, as you can imagine, I was ALL IN when it came to that plan! A cookie bank! How had I not heard of such a place before?!!!
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| Me, ready to go to the cookie bank! |
I could just imagine the vault ... rows upon rows of delicious cookies brought there for safe-keeping ... big ones, little ones, fancy ones with icing and sprinkles on top! Friends, my mouth was watering! But as far as I knew ... I had not made any deposits in the cookie bank ... so how was I supposed to make a withdrawal? Were we going to HOLD UP the cookie bank?!!!!! Mom is not a violent sort, and is normally a law-abiding citizen, so I couldn't imagine that was her plan, but I decided if it was, I would stand by her side and support her, just like I always do. We could be a regular Bonnie and Clyde team, robbing cookie banks all over the place and then going on the run. But then I remembered that Bonnie and Clyde eventually died in a bloody shoot-out ... and that didn't sound like such a good time. I decided that I would have to talk to Mom about this if it appeared she was in fact going to hold up the cookie bank to get me some cookies. After all, we already had at least seventy two bags of them at home in all different flavors, so I figured we were good for awhile.
I gotta be honest ... I was pretty nervous there for a second. Well, imagine my surprise when we pulled up to the regular old green paper bank and pulled around the side to the same drive through we always go to. Phew! Mom wasn't about to take me on a crime spree that could only end badly. That's when I realized ... I'd been mistaken. I must have been dreaming, like the Traveler's commercial dog! Mom must have said "Come on, Tuck, let's go to the bank and get a cookie!" That made a lot more sense!
But as you might remember, there have been times when I have been bitterly disappointed at this same drive through window ...
So I put on my most earnestly adorable face. Like this:
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| Hello there, Nice Lady In the Window! Would you be so kind as to send me a cookie through the cookie tube? |
And voila!
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| Praise the Cookie Gods! My adorable face worked! But that wasn't all! When Mom got her deposit slip back, there was a whole 'nother envelope with THREE MORE COOKIES INSIDE! YES! It was a good day! You may also like:
Part One: Excuse Me Miss ... You Forgot My Cookie!
Part Two: The Cookie Gods Are Smiling!
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12 comments:
Oh Tucker how could anyone not melt into a squidgy sloppy puddle after looking into your gorgeous adorable little face? I am your obedient cookie slave from now on ....!
LOL!! Awww wonderful Tucker! Phew!! Me and Charlie are so glad mum didn't mean to make out like Bonnie and Clyde!! Yay!!!! and you got not just one cookie but three! Good times!! Enjoy! take care
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Oh man....it would be great if there was a cookie bank for us huh?
Tucker, me was really worried dere for bout 87 minutes, butt you and Mom are still not arrested so everyting is good. Me has to change banks. Me never gets cookies comin' out of da tube. How neat dat is!
Tucker, we just loved your post - you tell a very good story. We were so excited to hear about cookie banks. We heard Mom say she has to go to the bank tomorrow, so we are going to see if she will let us go with her. Our chances aren't that great for four of us to go, but maybe one or two of us can go and beg/smile for some extras.
Enjoy those treats, you lucky dawg.
Woos ~ Phantom, Thunder, Ciara, and Lightning
Now that sounds like my kind of bank. Nice work with the earnestly adorable face!
Your pal, Pip
That's one of the most a-citin' stories I ever heard! But it reminds me of a terrible, terrible injustice in this world. You see, Tucker, it's mostly the woofies who travel around with the Humans out in the world (as if we Cats would be bothered!). But often the Human finds herself in a place--a bank, a store, a coffee place--and there are DOG TREATS there for the taking!
But is there ever a jar labeled "Cat treats"? NO, there is NOT. I mean, okay, so we're NOT actually there--still, our Humans could take some to bring home to us. But do they ever think of THAT?
Sorry, I lost control of myself there for a moment. Good story!
Hi Tucker ~ well, it's not a "cookie", but we have left another kind of "treat" for you in your email box ~ check it out!
We have one of those too! It's always good to put your best face on when you go somewhere where there's cookies. It never fails--well, most of the time.
We get bank cookies, but the very best ones are dry cleaner cookies. They are chicken chews. YUUUUM. And of course, let's not forget that the local Starbuck, after foaming up for momma, foams up for us. How cool is that?
Tucker - that is wonderful that you got a cookie from a bank! Wow! That hasn't happened to me - YET...
Stewey
That's great that you got a cookie, Tucker. Sampson doesn't like those treats from the bank, of course he always politely takes them, but then he drops them in my purse. :-(
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