The little girl hadn’t spoken since the night her mother was found on the kitchen floor! Then the court dog lowered his head-and she whispered one sentence toward the defense table…

imagine in working dogs. He was simply steady. Big paws, dark muzzle, gray around the eyes, navy vest fitted snugly over his shoulders. His handler stayed several feet behind, close enough to step in if needed, but Boone did not look for instruction. He crossed the courtroom, found the blue carpet, lowered himself beside the witness chair, and rested continue reading …