When 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 often anonymous owners to say “Hello” to me.
Nicola Campbell
Macclesfield, Cheshire

Unlike your correspondent whose GP was reassured by the presence of a Guardian reader (Letters, 5 March), my own experience was less encouraging. As a student, I was dismissed from a summer job after just three days. When I asked the reason, I was told that reading the Guardian during my tea breaks was upsetting the other workers.
Ian Garner
Keighley, West Yorkshire

How disappointing that Pedro Sánchez’s stance against Donald Trump’s war is referred to as “lonely” (A lone battle: Why is Pedro Sánchez the only European leader to take on Trump?, 6 March). I would have thought “brave” is more appropriate.
Kevin Bannon
Broadstairs, Kent

Having watched Bob Dylan sing With God on Our Side on a BBC programme in 1964, my dad turned to the 17-year-old me and said: “What the bloody hell was that?” Having just watched the video for the UK’s Eurovision entry 2026, I realise that I have become my dad (The song that rhymes ‘pepperoni’ with ‘feeling okey-dokey’: the UK’s odd new Eurovision entry is here, 6 March.
Mick Beeby
Bristol