When I was doing my PaD before I developed a following. Not simply because of my pictures, but because I talk about life. My life is not much different than most of yours, I am just lucky enough to be able to express it by writing in such a way that makes you catch yourself smiling and nodding. In doing that, I introduced my family to a lot of people that would otherwise not know them. Total strangers, who have since become close friends, were with me daily during a time in which I wasn’t sure that my 5 year old would be born with her first weeks being in the NICU. They were there when Hannah had her first piano recital. They were there when Hailey scored her first goals in soccer.


When I left Pbase, for whatever reasons make people fade away, I also took my family with me. It was almost like having a good friend move away. Since my return I have had several inquires as to how everyone is doing. In general, we are great. No sickness, no great catastrophes, everything is probably better than I deserve. I figure in the next few weeks I will bring everyone up to speed on the main characters from this evolving story.

For those that are new to this, this is Sinta. He is a 7 year old Belgian Malinois that is currently employed as my K-9 partner in a police department in Ohio. Sinta is an example of everything that is right with dogs. He doesn’t chew up things in the house, only using the bathroom outside, won’t leave our yard to save his life and is protective of my girls. I know that a lot of you have dogs. Dogs that have a way of communicating with you through their eyes. I swear, Sinta understands everything I say, and I talk to him a lot. He is never more than 6 feet from me at any given time.

We used to have a Welsh Terrier named Murphy. One day, Murphy decided that Ella was a bit too close to him and bit her in the hand. I was in the kitchen and watched as Sinta, who was laying by the back door, covered the distance to Ella in about 2 seconds, bit Murphy in the neck and threw him across the room. Sinta then laid down in front of Ella while she screamed until I got there. Murphy was put down a short time later. After that, I began to look at Sinta in a different light. He loves us as much as we love him.

Sinta is 7. We probably have another 2 years or so left on the road. I am already dreading that day. I had another dog before him named Basco. While Basco was a good dog, Sinta is just so much better. He is so good that I can not fathom finding another dog like him. Not just at work, but as a dog.

Truly man’s best friend.