Your dog attacked my daughter! shouted a woman. When we checked the security footage, we saw something dreadful.
A stranger stormed into the garden, her face twisted in anger. In her arms was a little girl, no more than six, sobbing and clutching her stomach. A faint scratch was visible on her skin.
I froze. My dog, Winston, sat calmly in the garden, wagging his tail. Wed had him for nearly five yearshe was clever, gentle, and had never harmed a soul. The accusations seemed absurd.
The woman shrieked as if a wild beast lived in our home. Shed already called the police and demanded Winston be put down at once for being rabid.
My hands trembled, but I kept my voice steady. Winston would never do such a thing. Hes friendly, especially with children. Perhaps the girl had provoked him. If you like, we can review the garden camera together. Everything was recorded.
The officers agreed, and we stepped inside. The camera, mounted above the back door, had captured the entire scene.
What we saw left us speechless.
The footage told a different story entirely. The girl had been playing in the garden when she suddenly darted toward the roadright into the path of an oncoming car.
In an instant, Winston bolted after her, seized her dress with his teeth, and yanked her clear of danger.
The woman, seeing the dog grab her child, had assumed the worst. The girl, terrified, had screamed and flinched, unaware shed been saved.
When the mother watched the video, her breath caught. She realised her daughter was alive only because of Winston.
Overcome with relief and shame, she turned to us, her voice shaking. She apologised profusely and thanked Winston, her earlier fury replaced with gratitude. To her now, he wasnt a savage beast but a true hero.
