He pointed accusingly toward the living room, where the golden retriever was lying quietly.

“Look at him. Look at the way he stares at the baby. That’s not affection. That’s not love. One wrong move, one unpredictable moment… and I won’t risk our son’s safety.”

I knew the dog wasn’t a threat. He was a member of the family. But I needed proof.

“Fine,” I said with a trembling but firm voice. “Let’s find out. We’ll leave them alone. Ten minutes. Just the dog and the baby. We’ll watch everything through the camera. If he shows even a hint of aggression — you take him away. But if you’re wrong… he stays.”