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Dumbest? geez, it's hard to choose. She's a coward (part chihuahua, I'm sure) that can't beat the terrier genes in her mutt butt, so one night she goes out to the back yard and does her little barking at thin air, just to see if anything nearby gets scared off by it, and lo and behold there's an opossum! So she is barking, yelping in her little whine-bleat, running away from it, but then turning back and bark/cry/yelping at it while running at it, but when she's within 10 feet of it she gets even more yelpy and runs away from it, only to turn back again and repeat the whole shebang. I grabbed her by the fourth round, but I'm still just flummoxed at the thought process that must have been running in her tiny brain. It's like courage the cowardly dog manifested himself for a hot minute: scared but bravely charging the terrible monster while screaming.
She also likes to chase birds, screaming her head off... and we're not talking about birds on the ground. 300 feet in the air, and she still thinks she will catch them.