Hello, it's me again! It was my friend Finn who taught me to swim in October, just after I came to Church Minshull. Finn looks after some people in another village and, like me, was withdrawn from guide-dog training. His real name is Finlay but he only gets called that if he's being naughty: that's why he looks after people now rather than being a guide dog. Finn is bigger than me and not normally allowed to play with my toys — "honking duck" didn't, after one visit, and my people had to stitch his belly back together. Finn is always hungry and his people like to make him things to eat — one day he was in the kitchen when his lady-person had to go out to talk to the telephone. Finn told me that he thought the cupcakes were going to burn so he opened the oven door, lifted the baking tray out and ate a dozen: they burnt his mouth so he soothed it by getting the screw top off a jar of peanut butter and licking it clean. I think he was very clever, don't you? After that adventure he was called Finlay for a whole week. Anyway, Finn was staying with me while his people were away when he barged past on the canal bank, and I fell into the water. Swimming is easy when you have four legs but I didn't hang around and was quickly out to chase him. Some days later the canal smelt bad after some naughty people poured old oil into it: I bent down to sniff and must have been overcome by the fumes because ...... next thing I was swimming again! The black oil matched my coat perfectly so I made sure I got plenty on, but my man-person wasn't pleased when he had to drag me out and I shook all over his new pink polo shirt. I didn't understand some of the things he was saying, and if I had another name, like Finn, I think he would have used it — that was another day when I had to have two shampoos! Next time I'll tell you about how I got my head stuck in a lampshade.
Madai — your rovering reporter
Madai the Labrador: Wed 01 Jul 7:00am
So last week I said goodbye to my friend Finn, whom I've known for as long as I've been here reporting to you — three and a half years! He has been getting a bit slower with age, and with reluctance and the concern of their friends his people had finally decided that the time had come. Whoa, steady! What did you think I was on about? Put away those hankies! If you'd only waited I...