ERIC FOLTIN

Dogs

  • First Responders, Festive Dogs, and 60 Degrees in November

    The First Responders Tree Lighting in McMechen, WV, sponsored by the ever-awesome Paw It Forward, went down tonight — and for once, no one lost feeling in their toes. The weather was suspiciously perfect. Like, someone must’ve bribed Mother Nature with bacon-wrapped treats. Instead of shivering, people were walking around in light jackets, sipping cocoa…

  • K9 Jersey and Deputy Jen: Training Day at the Fairgrounds

    K9 Jersey and my wife Deputy Jen Yuhase hit the Franklin County Fairgrounds today for joint training with the Franklin County Sheriff’s Office, Columbus Division of Police, and a long list of other agencies from across the state. I wasn’t there to dodge flying fur or muddy paws, but Jen and Jersey represented well, like…

  • Unfriended by Blood, Adopted by Dogs

    Describe a family member. Family. That word usually makes people smile or cry or post some fake Facebook memory captioned “#blessed.” Me? It just makes me want to scratch my head and pet my dogs. Because honestly, they’re the only ones still showing up for me. My wife’s off-limits—she’s my favorite human and a fiercely…

  • Aldo: 10 Pounds of Attitude, 100 Pounds of Warmth

    That’s Aldo in full “tiny furnace” mode. The kid curls up like a pretzel and somehow manages to take up more space than a Saint Bernard. He sleeps like he’s clocked out from a twelve-hour shift guarding the house from imaginary threats, then pops one eye open just to make sure you’re still trapped under…

  • Couch Command Center: The Security Detail Never Sleeps (Except When She Does)

    This is what “downtime” looks like when you live with a Belgian Malinois named Larkin. She doesn’t cuddle—she occupies. The second I sit down, she assumes her post: head of security, emotional support tank, and part-time suffocation device. There’s no such thing as personal space when she’s on duty, just loyalty with a heartbeat and…

  • The Night Watchdog Chronicles

    Larkin doesn’t sleep—she patrols. Sure, her eyes close, but the rest of her is running background surveillance like a furry secret agent. The second I shift, she’s on alert, scanning the room for imaginary threats or late-night snack rustles. Who needs a motion sensor when you’ve got a Malinois whose entire purpose seems to be…