out a low, happy bark.
But whenever my husband reached for me, Loki’s demeanor changed instantly. Her ears would flatten. Her body tensed. A low growl rumbled in her chest, quiet but firm — a warning.
At first, I laughed it off. “She’s just jealous,” I told him. “She doesn’t like sharing attention.”
But her behavior grew more protective. One evening, as my husband reached out to touch my stomach, Loki lunged forward and barked sharply, blocking his hand. I scolded her then, heart racing, embarrassed by her reaction. Yet even
