Zoe is large, and a little on the clumsy side, and she loves to place herself in the middle of things. There really isn’t a lot that’s delicate about her physically. But she absolutely hates getting wet.
When we’re on walks, she takes extra time to step around a puddle so her belly doesn’t get splashed. And today, it’s raining. She went out once earlier, but turned right back around and trotted in the house. I’ve opened the door a couple more times, but she just sniffs at the air as she watches the menacing raindrops fall.
I don’t know why I find this so amusing, but I just do. Our dainty giant.
