So my, mostly, fearless young maiden and I went out in the sunshine to find the wind blowing thirty miles an hour. It shook the trees, brown leaves skittered and scattered over the frozen ground. Willow tried barking at the gusts. That didn't stop them. She'd whirl around to face them when they ruffled her fur from behind. She pounced on every leaf that tried to attack her as it raced over the icy snow. Even though the powerful gusts startled her, she'd fight back in her little pink harness with her tail wagging. Girl power! Now she's on her bed and out for the count.