Wheeling Gull Isle fried chicken

The tiny hand that curls in the feathery fur at her flank is entirely different from the nursing of her children, but the sheepdog keeps still and continues cleaning the raccoon’s face. When Ravioli turns away from her insistent face bathing, Seelie follows — but she stops when the funny little creature propels herself back with a gasp and founders like a sad, furry turtle. A flighty creature herself, the Groenendael scoots backward with wide eyes as well, looking wildly at the ground between them like a KJ trying to escape from the baby spider horde — “is it on me? is it on me?!” Nothing appears amiss, though, so she drops to her belly and rolls onto her back to meet the raccoon’s gaze in an equally upside-down fashion. It is absolutely inconceivable to the dog that she is the cause of her new friend’s distress.