I remember when I was a teenager, my mother and stepfather bought a golden retriever.
It was a new puppy.
It cried and cried every night as we all went upstairs and we left it in its play pen area, a small section of the den downstairs that was walled in for the dog.
My stepfather always had dogs, so he was training him as usual.
Left the newspaper down each night, so the dog understood where to do his business.
Gradually, he left less and less newspaper, you all know the drill.
Finally, when they finally thought they housebroke the dog, no paper was left downstairs.
The first night there was no paper, my mother and stepfather used to play cards alot to relax.
They dropped a card on the floor and went up to bed.
when they came down in the morning, the dog left them a present, but the entire present was sitting right smack on the card left on the floor.
I dont know about talent, but I know if as far as bombardiers go, that dog would have been one of the best.