Everywhere we go, we find places for Charlie to be off his lead. Here in Loveland, Colorado, there is a section of a national park that runs alongside the back end of the farm. Each morning, while the moon is still in the sky, we walk our way to the top of the mountain, catching the sunrise and a view of Eastern Colorado. Charlie runs much of the way up and down, stopping to smell things and pick up branches. The larger and more unruly the branch the better. These are wrestled to the ground, the smaller branches he breaks off with his legs and mouth. And when it’s over, he is victorious and proud of himself. Head high, tail wagging.