But after Zoey came home, he changed.
At first, we chalked it up to adjustment. He followed Rose around like a second tail, constantly alert. And when she’d put Zoey in the crib, Beau would plop down right next to it, eyes trained on the baby like a sentry on duty.
“He doesn’t even sleep anymore,” she whispered. “He’s always watching.”
We tried to see it as endearing. Beau, the guardian. Beau, the protector.
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.
But Beau? He hated her on sight.Continue reading…