I read with interest your story about the incredible journey, which united a doctor and his dog (Times, Jan. 24). I don't propose to get into a "can you top this" scenario, but let me tell you about another incredible reunion.
In 1935, I had a black Belgian police dog, which was one of the most intelligent animals I had ever come across. I could talk to her like a human being, and she would understand what I was saying. I could go to a movie, leave the dog outside, unleashed, and she would sit there while I attended the entire performance.
One day, I went to downtown L.A., parked the car on Figueroa at 5th Street, and left the dog in the car with the window open, unleashed. I was gone for about 40 minutes. When I returned, Fritzi was not in the car. I hunted the neighborhood, drove up and down the streets, through various parking lots, but no Fritzi.
That was the latter part of April or the first part of May. At the time, I was living on Sycamore and had an interest in a used-car lot at 330 S. La Brea. On July 5, the mailman who delivered our mail both to the house and to the used-car lot came to the office of the lot and said, "Mr. Allen, your dog is in front of the house." I rushed home, and there was Fritzi on the front porch.