Pavlov the money munching machine.
Minding my own business, I walked in to my bedroom one day. On the floor was my black lab/siberian husky mix, looking guilty as hell with pieces of green paper sticking out of his mouth.

"Pavlov give!" I ordered and pried open his mouth to retrieve three of the eighteen dollars I had until a few minutes before. I reached in his mouth, and nope, only three dollars.

Heading back to college, I told my dad and had him "keep an eye out" for the missing $15. After about a week, there they were, a ten and a five, out in the yard. My dad cleaned them off, and the journey through the center of the dog had discolored the paper and made it brittle, but except for a few holes, it was intact.

I took it to the bank to exchange for fresh notes. The teller was very nice, explaining that since both serial numbers were intact, exhange would be no problem.

I waited until I had my new money in hand before I told her what had happened. She looked disgusted for some reason.
( setimret likes his metaphors mixed, not stirred, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 17:04, Reply)