Wheeling Gull Isle dance with me and shake your bones.

She probably would’ve let the puppy scale her, if not for the aggravated skin on her back. Towhee expertly brought a hind leg up just like she would if she intended to scratch an itch behind her ear, only she used it to pry little Harley off her flank.

When she’d pulled the pup to the ground, she didn’t move her hind paw, letting it rest like a dead weight on the feisty tyke’s body. Towhee figured the child might have a field day attacking her foot, which was okay. That was the one she could hardly feel anyhow.