The paperboy's name is Louie Phillips.
Louie's day starts around 6 a.m., when the 9-year-old chocolate Labrador retriever and his owner, Ruby Phillips, head out for a walk. First, Louie grabs his own paper and puts it in the garage for safekeeping.
Then it's on to his aunt's house next door. There Louie scoops up the paper in his big toothy mouth and carries it up to the front door. Before Louie leaves, he scratches around until he finds his tip - a dog bone under the doormat.
Then it's down the street to the home of an elderly friend, where once again Louie snags the paper and carries it up to the front porch. He heads back down the steps and on to his next mission.
This routine requires very little prompting from Ruby. Louie, with his graying muzzle, is an experienced paperboy, having been on the job for five or six years.
The next stop is Mary Lee Harris' home, where Louie again porches the paper. Harris said she had noticed that someone was tossing the paper on her porch every morning.
"I was most appreciative," Harris said.
A neighbor told Harris that Ruby and her husband, John, were responsible.
"So I left a bag of peanuts and a note at their door thanking them for doing such a good deed," Harris said.
"John stopped me one day and said, 'You're thanking the wrong person,' and pointed to his beautiful brown Lab, Louie."
Harris said she was stunned and jokingly asked if Louie could be trained to deposit the paper even closer to the door.
"The next morning, it was right at my front door!" she said. "Now my thank-you treats go to Louie."
After Louie delivers Harris' paper, it's home for the last job of the day. He scoops up the paper in the garage, races through the house and heads upstairs to give it to his master, who rises later than Ruby and Louie.
No paper ever got delivered better than that.
