Romance
Apr 19, 2026

My dog started furiously scratching the wall behind my eight-month-old daughter’s crib: at first we thought she had simply gone crazy, but when we looked inside the wall, we found something truly horrifying

My dog started furiously scratching the wall behind my eight-month-old daughter’s crib: at first we thought she had simply gone crazy, but when we looked inside the wall, we found something truly horrifying

My daughter was only eight months old when what first seemed like an ordinary cold began. She coughed almost nonstop, especially at night. The cough was strange—dry and rattling—as if something were clattering inside her tiny chest. Sometimes she began breathing so shallowly that I would wake up in the middle of the night and listen for a long time, checking whether her chest was still rising.

We went to the pediatrician several times. The doctor carefully listened to her lungs, asked questions, and finally said it looked like asthma in infants. We were prescribed an inhaler and medication.

I followed all the recommendations strictly, but the weeks passed and nothing improved. Sometimes it even seemed like my daughter was getting worse. She became lethargic, ate poorly, and often woke up at night struggling to breathe.

At the same time, our golden retriever Daisy began behaving very strangely. Usually she was a calm and affectionate dog who could lie next to the crib for hours, quietly watching the baby. But suddenly she began causing a real mess in the nursery.

As soon as I left the room, I would hear a scratching sound from the hallway. I ran back and saw the same scene every time: Daisy was standing by the wall right behind the crib, furiously clawing at the drywall with her paws. She tore the wallpaper, left long grooves in the wall, and dug as if she were trying to reach something inside.

At first I thought she was simply bored or jealous of the baby. I scolded her, pulled her away, and closed the door. Once I even put up a baby gate so she couldn’t enter the room at all.

But Daisy somehow managed to knock it down and get inside again. Every time she returned to exactly the same spot behind the crib and continued scratching the wall with a kind of desperate stubbornness.

After a few days I noticed small bloody cracks on her paws. She was literally wearing down the pads of her paws against the drywall. I was angry and exhausted from sleepless nights because the baby barely slept due to the coughing. Sometimes it felt like the dog had simply gone mad.

Last night my patience finally snapped. I walked into the nursery and saw that Daisy had made a huge hole in the wall. The drywall was broken, pieces of plaster lay scattered across the carpet, and she continued scratching the edge of the opening as if trying to widen it.

I grabbed her sharply by the collar and pulled her aside, loudly scolding her. My heart was pounding with anger because all I could think about was how much the repair would cost. But when I bent down and looked into the dark hole the dog had scratched into the wall, I was horrified by what I saw hidden inside

Other posts