Their Calls of the Wild

Thank you for Susan Klenner’s evocative, moving and beautifully written short story (“Fire,” California Story, Oct. 8). Like Klenner, I treasure my memories of solitary girlhood wanderings up the sere, undeveloped ridges above my then home. Though I live in a different part of the city now, I’m still rambling along mountain fire roads and even washing what’s left of my parents’ set of the green-and-cream Winfield Ware dishes Klenner described. I look forward to reading more of her work.

Victoria Branch

Tujunga

The beautiful story of the gray wolf-dog really touched me. About 22 years ago, I received a phone call from a friend to come over and see the dog that she and a friend had found living under a house in West Hollywood. She told me that the dog was shy. When I arrived at her fenced-in front yard, I saw a gray dog that looked like a type of shepherd huddled in the corner, very thin and shaking. My friend said I could have him.

When I took him to the vet, I was told that he was a wolf mix and about 1 year old. He lived to be 17 years, and he was the gentlest dog I ever had and very protective of my other dogs when I took them to the Laurel Canyon dog park.

Bob A. Greene

West Hollywood