But when Claire entered the picture, things took a turn.
Claire was our nanny. We hired her when sleep deprivation made us feel like zombies. She came recommended, had a calm voice, a warm smile, and was great with babies. The first time she held Zoey, she cooed so gently it made Rose tear up.
The first day, he growled when she walked through the door. It wasn’t a warning growl. It was an all-out “I don’t trust you” sound, deep and throaty. We thought maybe he was just confused by the new presence.
Then he started blocking her path whenever she tried to pick up Zoey, barking and lunging between her and the crib.
Once, he even showed his teeth. That rattled us.
Claire texted us with nervous updates during her shifts.
“Hey, Beau’s barking nonstop again.”
“He won’t let me change Zoey.”
“Can you please kennel him next time?”
Rose and I were torn. We were barely functioning on four hours of sleep a night, and this tension with Beau was the last thing we needed.
What if he hurt Claire?
Or worse… what if he hurt Zoey?
And just like that, the unthinkable crept in.
Maybe we needed to find Beau a new home.
I love that dog. He’s part of our family.
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