Back in the '60s I had a great big male golden retriever, Rufus. He loved to lead people to something he wanted to show them by very gently taking their arm and guiding the spot. When ever he was carrying anything (from news papers, to anything we asked him to fetch) he would do a deep happy growl One day, the door bell rang and there was Rufus, tail wagging and growling, with the arm of the Avon Lady in his mouth. She looked scared to death (first and last visit)..she said she drove up, was greeted by Rufus and lead to the door. She didn't want to pull away (he did tighten his mouth when you did) and could only ring the bell. When I openned the door, he went on his merry way.No, I didn'y buy anything!