How I Became Sherlock Bones

Sasha, the Three-Legged Dog

Fog. Five a.m. A cold truck. And somewhere in San Francisco — a three-legged German shepherd who wasn't coming home. Or so I thought. Sasha — next on Lost Pet Chronicles.

A Moggy for Michael · Start Here

Forty dollars. That’s all a ten-year-old boy had — and he was willing to give every penny to find the cat his dying mother left him. What I found instead… was something no one could have predicted.

How I Became Sherlock Bones

I wasn't a pet lover. I didn't grow up with animals. Then I saw a $1,000 lost-dog ad… in a sauna. And one strange name changed my life forever. How I Became Sherlock Bones.