2) The Nanny Who Brought Unease
Three months later, we hired a nanny named Claire—soft-spoken, with glowing references and a gentle smile.
She arrived with a canvas tote and a tablet she said she used for scheduling and storytime.
From the moment she stepped inside, Beau froze.
No bark, no growl—just a steady, watchful focus.
He placed himself between her and the bassinet, chest lifted, tail down, eyes locked.
When she reached for Zoey, he gave a low, warning rumble.
We felt embarrassed. “He’s just adjusting,” we told her. “New person, new routine.”
But the adjustment never came.
Day after day, Beau shadowed her every move—rigid, blocking her path, barking if she got too close to the crib.
We tried everything: long walks, puzzle toys, “place” and “leave it” drills.
Still, his vigilance stayed.
And though we never said it aloud, one word haunted the quiet—rehoming.
