Standing chatting to a chum in the village pub car park today I saw something I thought was long dead and gone ... a dog taking the daily newspaper home. In our tiny Welsh village the tradition lives on seemingly.
It used to be a common sight in the city (Birmingham) just after WWII; Faithful Fido (usually a Heinz 57) trotting along the pavement with a daily paper in his mouth.
The folk in the newsagents shop knew that when Mrs Murphy's dog dropped by he was calling for a copy of "The Express" and Mr Jones' little bitch required a "Daily Mirror".
When I was a young shift foreman in GKN Smethwick, a (single) guy with an impeccable time keeping record turned in about 2 hours late; "Sorry Boss, the dog never woke me up"!
What other doggy skills have you seen?