Cluny McPherson, deeply discouraged over his struggles with PTSD, watched the ocean on Malibu beach with his service dog. Hi, mister. He greeted the boy walking toward him. Hi. Can I pet your dog? Those seven words opened the door to Cluny s future. Sure. Queen s friendly. What s your name, son? Santos. The grinning boy knelt in front of the Malinois. Cluny pointed at the beautiful woman approaching. Is that your mother? Uh huh. Something...