MY DOG WASN’T THE THREAT—HE WAS THE HERO I NEVER UNDERSTOOD

I woke at 4 a.m. to my baby screaming and found my dog Max growling near her crib. Terrified, I gave him away, believing I was protecting my child.

Days later, the baby monitor showed a tall shadow in her room. No signs of forced entry. That’s when I realized the truth—Max hadn’t been dangerous. He’d been protecting my baby.

I brought him home. Nights later, security cameras caught a hooded intruder in our yard. Max chased him off, and police confirmed our home had been targeted.

Max didn’t just save my baby—he saved our family. Now he guards her door every night.

Her first word wasn’t “mama.”
It was “Max.”