My Dog Wouldn’t Stop Barking — Then I Found a Baby on the Street. Years Later, a DNA Test Exposed a Secret That Turned My World Upside Down That night, Ralph’s barking wouldn’t stop. When I stepped outside to see what was wrong, I found a small basket by the roadside — and inside it, a crying baby. A note lay on top: “Don’t look for her parents. She’s yours now.” I named her Emily and raised her as my own. People often said we looked alike — same eyes, same smile — and I’d always laugh, saying,