One second she’s calm, the next she’s laser-focused on the sky like she’s just spotted a UFO. Birds instantly activate her inner hunter — alert stance, ears up, and that signature Dobie intensity.
She watches every flutter, every swoop, ready to chase even though she’ll never actually catch one. It’s the thrill of the moment that gets her going. The yard becomes her personal air-traffic control center.
And afterward, she looks so proud, as if keeping the skies safe was her job all along. Little does she know the birds aren’t scared — they’re probably laughing.





