In our town there was a pub that had carried the name, THE TAVERN, for many years but, at approximately the time when I became an adult, new owners took over and named it, DEW DROP INN. The building was large enough that they could partition off a corner of it by the back door and put in a lunch counter. It was handy, the food reasonably good, and the prices attractive so business was fairly good. This worked out very well for the dog that was always present near the door into the bar. It was a fairly large dog and very friendly. Customers at the lunch counter knew the dog well and knew what it wanted so,frequently, someone would toss a quarter on the floor near the dog. The dog would immediately get to its feet and deftly retrieve the quarter in its lips. It would carry the quarter out to the bar and present it to the bartender. In a short time the dog would come back, followed by the bartender with a saucer of beer that he would set on the floor for the dog. We lived in a casual and easy-going world.