Way Too windy

Sahara weather. Extremely windy, hot, dry and the air is brown with dust. One can only sense the mountains and you could imagine, you have white caps in the hot tub.

Schatzi's exuberant conquering of the known universe, the backyard , took a big step backwards.
Breakfast got messed up, because Dad insisted on her eating with 2 people in the same kitchen.
She said sorry, not today, and refused to eat at all. Some days eating works well, some days she is back to her old frightened ways.

Out came the machines from hell, a leaf blower and a hose to clean the deck. The hose is feared by mill dogs, because their cages are being cleaned with them in it and even a well adjusted former mill survivor can just bolt.
Schatzi did not bolt anywhere, she stayed put in her safety basket and did not move all day. If a dog can be depressed, this is what she looked like.
Of course she did not drink anything either, which is still a problem. The vet suggested an ice cube of chicken broth floating in her water bowl. Flavored water. On a very warm dry day and wearing a big wool coat, this sounds yummy. How do you get her to do it ?
A recent article about drinking water for dogs reiterated the same what we heard from the vet. A dog should have a minimum of 1 ounce of water per pound of body weight.That should amount to about 1 bottle of water. There is no way she drinks that much, mostly only the liquid I pour into her food.
The chicken flavored water was a bust. She sniffed and that was all. We gave her a bowl with clear water in addition to the chicken water, so she had a choice and not go on strike entirely. Cammie, one of my pool buddies, suggested a bowl with just ice cubes, some dogs like that. Schatzi does not.
Andy took her out to pee and almost had to tie her down. The wind was screaming, the crowns of the trees mashed together and the blue spruce reached for her with the long dark arms.
Too many plastic bags flapped sharply on the dead tree next door. There was a lawn mower and several never before seen other wild things like a weed eater, a big broom and a wall of black garbage bags.. Panic mode to get into the house . Just a day to curl up tightly and retreat completely. Poor little doggie , what a scary world