I woke up at 4 to my baby crying.Her room was in a horrifying mess, and my dog Max was there, barking.

I feared he’d become too dangerous for my baby, so I gave my beloved dog away.

2 nights later, I froze while checking the baby cam.

My poor dog was actually saving her.

It was around 3:58 AM when I first heard the cry. It wasn’t the usual hungry or wet diaper kind of cry. It was shrill. Panicked. I shot out of bed and ran to Mila’s room.

Max, our 6-year-old Labrador mix, was barking like crazy, circling the crib. The room looked like it had been tossed—blankets on the floor, her stuffed giraffe half-torn, and Max’s fur scattered everywhere. He was growling low when I walked in, and instinctively, I yelled at him.

“MAX! OUT!”

He flinched, like I’d hit him. I’d never seen him like that. Aggressive. Unpredictable. And near my baby?