“Overruled,” Judge Miller said.

“The witness is testifying to what she saw with her own eyes.”

“What did you do then, Mrs.

Quill?” the prosecutor asked.

“I went straight to the garage,” I said.

“I got the heavy bolt cutters that have sat under the garage workbench since my late husband did his carpentry projects out there.

I went back to the kennel, set the blades across the padlock shackle, and cut the lock.”

“Is this the lock?” the prosecutor asked, holding up a clear plastic bag with the broken iron shackle Officer Vance had logged into evidence.