I screamed in sheer terror as the massive police K9 lunged through the crowded mall and pinned my 7-year-old son to the floor, expecting the worst. But as I clawed desperately at the handler to pull the beast away, the officer blocked my hands, looked into my panicked eyes with heartbreaking sympathy, and whispered the three words that proved the dog wasn’t attacking my boy—he was the only thing keeping him alive.
The heavy thud of eighty pounds of muscle hitting the polished linoleum floor is a sound that will echo in my nightmares for the rest of my life. It was …
I screamed in sheer terror as the massive police K9 lunged through the crowded mall and pinned my 7-year-old son to the floor, expecting the worst. But as I clawed desperately at the handler to pull the beast away, the officer blocked my hands, looked into my panicked eyes with heartbreaking sympathy, and whispered the three words that proved the dog wasn’t attacking my boy—he was the only thing keeping him alive. Read More
