Dear Maddog

Sorry about that. I thought you were half mad-dog and half teddy which would make you a (kind of) pet. Now I see the error of me ways and you are all teddy and no mutt.

I watch me back all the time. You have to where I live but now you mention it I'll add Maddogs onto me list of potential assassins.

Yer tellin' me things are different that side of the Shannon. Apart from the hills, the sea and the fields there's always the wooly animals but you leave them alone. They're reserved for Capfka.

We'll rustle up an oul' mixed grill and a few pints of plain fer ye instead and no mistake.

Be seeing ye. And the first pint's on me.