The joys of dog and anonymous owners | Brief letters

Canine chums | Guardian stirs things up | Bravo, Pedro | Eurovision switch-offWhen Lowry, my 14-year-old black labrador, died last July, fellow dog walkers gave me flowers, plants and even portraits of him. I was particularly pleased when they also gave me sympathy cards, because at last I knew their names (Letters, 8 March). Since then, when I have been out for lone walks, or have been in my front garden, I have been delighted when Pepper, Wilfred, Pippin and Peggy have dragged their still