Every so often, when we’re sitting on the couch together, she’ll jump down, trot over to the window, and peek through the blinds. Just checking things out – making sure all is well. She stares outside for a few minutes, trots back over to the couch, hops up, and snuggles up beside me again. Nothing to worry about.
Even though she’s small, Dixie has a mighty personality. Like a guard dog. Only little.