It was a quiet morning in the house. The sun had just begun to peek through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the living room. Everything was still—until Lala started pacing near the nursery door.
She sniffed once… then twice. Something was off.
Inside the room, the baby was still sleeping peacefully, but Lala’s nose didn’t lie. She tilted her head, sniffed again, and then quickly trotted to find Mom Lan Anh.
At first, Mom didn’t understand. “What is it, Lala?”
Lala let out a small bark, then turned and walked back toward the baby’s room—stopping halfway to look back, clearly motioning: Come with me.
Mom followed, curious.
When they entered the nursery, Lala walked straight to the crib, stood up on her hind legs, and gently tapped the edge with her paw. Then she looked at Mom and gave a soft, urgent whimper.
Mom stepped closer and leaned down.
Sure enough—the baby had peed in the bed and was still fast asleep in a damp diaper.
“Oh my goodness,” Mom laughed gently. “Lala, how did you know?”
She quickly cleaned the baby, changed the diaper, and laid down a fresh blanket. All the while, Lala sat nearby, watching protectively, tail wagging in satisfaction.
“You’re not just smart,” Mom whispered, stroking her head. “You’re a little guardian angel.”
Later that day, Kien heard the story and smiled proudly. “We should promote her to official baby monitor.”
Lala simply stretched out on the floor, letting out a satisfied sigh. She didn’t need a title—just the joy of knowing she helped someone she loved.
Because being super smart doesn’t always mean doing tricks—it means caring, noticing, and always being there when it matters.
