But she hates the rain

I got home Thursday night from work, aware that Mia would greet me excitedly at the door, and then cheerfully request a walk. As soon as we stepped out the door the dreary drizzle turned into a hateful downpour. Mia crouched lower to the ground, put her tail between her legs and ears back and looked up to me with confusion and sadness. The rain pelted even harder and she promptly turned and ran back towards the door.