But Beau? He lost it.
From the moment she stepped through the door, he growled. Deep, threatening growls that made your skin crawl. He placed himself between her and Zoey at every turn, barked constantly when she was near, and once even bared his teeth.
It was disturbing.
Claire started texting us during shifts:
“Beau won’t stop barking.”
“He’s blocking the crib again.”
“Can we please put him in another room?”
We tried to work around it. We kennelled him. We confined him to the laundry room. But the barking only got worse.