The Evening Telegraph, April 8. 1902
Meet Paddy.
Dublin’s can-carrying Kerry Blue.
Sibling of Daedalus writes:
Kerry Blue Terriers were the favourite dog of General Michael Collins and perhaps he was influenced in his choice by Paddy, the famous Edwardian Dublin terrier, whose defiance of British-imposed licensing laws featured in a number of national and international papers in the Spring of 1902.
The previous year the Child Messenger Act 1901 – following on earlier legislation of 1872 and 1886 which prohibited the consumption of spirits and other alcoholic drinks by persons under 16 and 13 respectively – had prohibited the well-established – and often financially lucrative – practice of children collecting drink for adults from public houses.
Paddy’s young owner – not wanting to lose his profitable delivery service – decided to take advantage of the absence of any similar prohibition on dogs and train his ‘remarkably intelligent’ pet to carry out the work for him instead.
The method, as outlined by the Northants Evening Telegraph, which carried the above sketch of dog and master, was as follows:
“When twopence is put into a can off runs Paddy to the nearest licensed house, enters it, and shakes the can so that the vintner may hear the jingle of the money. The twopence is taken out, the can filled with porter, and off starts Paddy to his home, carrying the can in his mouth.”
With Chompsky on the staff, perhaps this scheme might also prove useful for the Broadsheet morning
pintscoffee?
Hic.
my gran had a dog who would collect the paper from the shop every morning. she’d come back with the paper and a penny chew, drop off the paper on her chair and munch the jaws off herself under the table for an hour or so.
The lad in Sound Hire in Ranelagh has/had a dog that would wander down to the spar, get given the paper and he’d toddle back to the guy and deliver it. Think he also collected his chow that way too.
A growler, carried by a bowler?
Hipsters of Stonybatter will be frothing at the mouth at this idea.
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great!
Morning pints? It’s Mad Men in the Broadsheet office!
Unless you dress scruffier than Don Draper. Then it’s just alcoholism.
Nice post Sibling of Daedalus.
Thanks Rory, glad you enjoyed it!
those laws were ignored. i recall going to off licence with a trolley and a list of drink i had to pick up for Christmas when i was perhaps 12…
Back when our local milkman started delivering cartons instead of glass bottles, a local mutt went round the houses picking up the one-pinters from the doorstep at 7am and taking them back to his owner. Crafty tactic.