DEVON AND I found time to go for a run Saturday morning. We’d talked about it for a week or more but he was always too tired to go in the evening, so we waited until we both had a morning off. The plan was for Devon to run normally, on two legs, and I would run as a wolf. This meant we had to go rural, but we had that handled. Devon liked to run up hill, at least sometimes, a left over from his military days. We decided to run up the road on Mt. Graham. Well, he would run up the road and I would mostly run beside him, but if we encountered a vehicle I could take off into the trees and avoid being seen.
At seven a.m., we climbed into his old pickup and headed up to the mountain. We stopped at the first picnic area and parked the truck. He got out and started stretching, working on loosenin
