A local brewery hosts a monthly dog- (and kid-) friendly pint night. We've been talking about taking Beau to one for ages now, always debating whether he'd like it or cower like a nervous stress-pee seizing wreck like poor old Ceiba. On the other hand: There is beer. And beer is good. Let's give it a try!
It's official: Beau is a dog who LOVES LOVES LOVES being around his doggy friends.
Look at that face.
(The dog's pretty cute too, I guess.)
The kids made a couple excited rounds to Pet! All! The Dogs!! (after getting permission from the owners, natch) and then settled down with food truck pizza and their holy blessed screens, while Beau kept one of us making laps around the room almost all night to happily sniff butts and...yeah. That was pretty much his jam. There was a looooooootttt of butt sniffing.
He was so happy! Lots of dogs and head pets and new laps to jump in! Let's do this every night!
And then Beau met the love of his life, a beautiful Golden Retriever therapy dog at the next table over.
Beau's obsession with this dog was...intense. Playful tussling and tail wagging gave way to humping. And more humping. Never mind that they were both fixed, never mind that Beau wasn't even close to the proper...uh, area for that particular activity, he just had to be all up on her at all times. (She did not mind in the slightest, and according to her owners she is a bit of a serial humper herself, especially with her sister. YOU SO GROSS DOGS.)
He started barking at other dogs who came near her, cried whenever she barked at something, and just about lost his shit when a coat fell off a nearby stool and startled her. BARK BARK BARK I WILL DEFEND YOU MY LADY! And then hump your face.
Above, a despondent Beau after I shortened the leash in order to give the poor other dog (and her people) a break from his overwhelming affections.
Eventually, the other dog left and Beau immediately calmed down, as his love clearly works on an "out of sight/out of mind" level (dick). But now I can't stop bugging Jason with the idea that maybe Beau needs an older/calmer/bigger sister dog to play with, an idea he is firmly against. For now. I've only had time to bring it up like 367 times so far. I'm betting around 500 he'll at least start to waver a little bit.