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I think she want to kill me, yes?
Dahlia got wet today. Really wet. It was snowing really good this afternoon and it was soaking wet snow that got into her fur and then melted all over her. She was cold and unhappy on our walk. When we got back I used the microfiber towel to dry her off. And then couldn't resist taking a few pictures.


The look of DEATH.

Resignation!



The look of DEATH.

Resignation!

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I have to drag the Tank in out of the wet or she catches a chill and takes a long time to get rid of it.
Today, for example, she plowed through not one, but four snowbanks bigger than she was (also lives up to her nickname of "Tank"). I knew I had about 5 minutes with the wind we had today, to get her inside and dried off.
Trying to get her inside is a chore, too. Someone said it's like dragging a 40 lb brick. I replied, "No. A brick is easier as it doesn't have four-paw breaks on it when it's being stubborn."
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Oh, YES. That's the "Damn you, you're taking my picture again" look. Hee! Hee!
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She's ok when she's warm and wet to the skin (she's been deep into water for an hour or more and was completely soaked and she was just fine with that).