I never imagined an average morning could change everything.
I was just about to take my first sip of tea when Alfie started barkingnot his usual cheerful yap, but something deeper, urgent. That wasnt like him. Uneasy, I put my mug down and stepped into the garden.
At first, I couldnt spot him, but his barks led me toward the edge of the property, near the hedgerow. My pulse quickened for no reason I could name. Alfie was a sensible Labrador, never one to fuss without cause.
Then I saw him. He sat perfectly still beside something on the grounda bundle? A wounded creature? As I drew closer, my breath caught. It was neither.
An ordinary morning until my dog showed me the impossible.
A baby.
A tiny child, clumsily swaddled in a thin blanket. His face was chilled pink, but he was breathingquiet, worn out. Alfie stood guard, unwavering.
I shrugged off my jumper to bundle the infant and ran inside to call an ambulance. Those moments stretched forever, but help arrived swiftly. The baby was weak but safe.
An ordinary morning until my dog showed me the impossible.
The police later confirmed hed been abandoned only hours before. No leads, no cameras. Just that empty field and Alfie.
After that, Alfie became the local hero. People praised me, but Id done nothing. It was Alfie who knew, who acted. I just followed his lead.
He saved two lives that daythe babys and mine. He reminded me that magic lingers, even in the quietest places.
Now, every morning as I sip my tea, I glance at him differently.
An ordinary morning until my dog showed me the impossible.
