German shepherd pulls sleeping baby out of home at 3 a.m., parents chase after in total disbelief…

As they approached the baby’s room, the door creaked open just enough for them to glimpse inside. Their breath caught. Max was there, standing at the crib, but the crib was empty.

Instead, the German Shepherd was gently gripping the baby’s blanket, dragging it across the room. Emma lay bundled inside, her tiny body barely stirring. Max, stop, Mark shouted, panic surging through his voice.

But Max ignored the command, his powerful legs pulling the blanket and the baby toward the open door. His eyes were wild with determination, his movements purposeful and controlled. Sarah’s heart pounded as she rushed forward, but before she could reach him, Max had already maneuvered Emma into the hallway.

He glanced back at them, letting out a sharp bark as if urging them to follow. Without thinking, Mark and Sarah chased after the dog, their minds racing with confusion and fear. What is he doing? Sarah cried.

Mark had no answer. They followed Max down the hallway, through the living room and toward the front door. Just as Mark was about to intervene, he froze.

A faint, acrid scent prickled his nose, smoke. His pulse quickened as he turned his head toward the kitchen. Through the dark, he saw it, faint orange flickers, the telltale glow of a fire creeping up the wall.

Sarah, it’s a fire, he shouted, his voice rising in panic. The realization crashed over them like a wave. Max hadn’t been dragging the baby out of the house for no reason.

He had sensed the danger before the humans could. They bolted for the front door, Mark scooping Emma into his arms as Sarah opened the door wide. Max bounded outside, glancing back only once to ensure his family was following.

As they stumbled onto the front lawn, the chill of the early morning air hit their faces. Mark tightened his grip around Emma, who was stirring softly, her face scrunched in confusion. Sarah wrapped her arms around them both, her heart racing…