“He came out of the night, appearing suddenly in my headlights, a big, golden dog, panting, his front paws tapping the ground in an anxious little dance. Behind him, tall cottonwoods in their April bloom. Behind the grove, the San Juan River, moving quickly, dark and swollen with spring melt.”

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We did, too. Merle’s Door, Lessons from a Free Thinking Dog, had us from “HELLO!” and the author, Ted Kerasote, never let up.