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.
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.Continue reading…
