They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks, but my parents' dog, Ellie, who is getting on a bit, recently learnt how to tell the time. It would appear that the maxim holds true, however, because Ellie wasn't taught how to tell the time, she somehow worked it out for herself.
Ever since Ellie was a puppy, my parents have fed her in the late afternoon, so she soon got into the habit of standing by her bowl with a poor-starving-dog look on her face. She would start at around 2pm, just in case my parents were feeling generous. But, about six months ago, my parents noticed that Ellie had started going to stand by her bowl at exactly the same time every day: 4:35pm. That's not 4:35pm, give or take a couple of minutes, you understand; that's 4:35pm on the dot—you could set your watch by her, apparently.
My parents have no idea how Ellie could know the time to such precision. They have a grandfather clock which chimes on the hour, but Ellie doesn't go to her bowl on the hour; she goes at twenty-five to the hour. They think it's very amusing.
I visited my parents yesterday evening and asked them how Ellie's time-keeping trick had fared last weekend, when the clocks went back. It didn't make a jot of difference, apparently: there she was, standing at her bowl at 4:35pm on Sunday afternoon, looking as hungry as ever.
I reckon Ellie must be the only dog in the world who automatically adjusts for daylight-saving hours.