A farmer walked into the local bank one morning with his dog following closely behind him.
He needed a loan to repair his tractor, replace part of a fence and hopefully survive another season without having to sell half the farm.
After waiting nearly an hour, he was finally called into the loan officer’s office.
The officer studied his paperwork, tapped a few numbers into the computer and frowned.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “Based on your income and current debts, we can’t approve the loan.”
The farmer sighed.
Before he could respond, his dog suddenly lunged forward and bit the loan officer on the leg.
“HEY!” she shouted, jumping out of her chair.
The farmer quickly pulled the dog back and apologized.
But before anyone could calm down, the dog turned around, spotted a customer standing nearby and bit him too.
Now everyone in the bank was staring.
The customer yelled.
The loan officer grabbed her leg.
The farmer looked completely embarrassed.
After a moment, the loan officer turned angrily toward him.
“I understand why your dog bit me. But why did she bite the customer?”
The farmer scratched his head, looked at the dog and shrugged.
“I don’t know…probably to get the bad taste out of her mouth.”
