F-250

I had a kind of flashback today. The first new car that Susan and I bought was a massive Ford pickup, an F-250 with a limited slip differential. There was just one long seat in the cab, a bench seat, and we drove all over the United States and Canada on that seat with our wolf, Colorado, between us, often with his head on Susan's lap. That's the picture I had in my mind's eye. 

The wolf adored us. I only saw him angry once. We were in Canada, somewhere near the Athabasca glacier, and I stopped on the road to look at a bear. Colorado saw the bear and began to roar. He had never seen a bear before--this was pure instinct against a natural enemy. I had to drive on immediately.