The babysitter had added a substance meant to make my son sleep longer, something that could have endangered him, something that could have seriously harmed him.

If the dog hadn’t reacted, if I hadn’t arrived at that exact moment, my son could have swallowed something harmful.

That day, our German Shepherd became much more than a pet: he became a true guardian, a silent hero who watched over my son when we couldn’t.

Since then, I’ve never looked at my dog the same way. Every time I see him near my son, I know he’s watching over him, ready to act to protect what matters most.