We’ve run into Louie, an Italian Greyhound, a few times with similar results: Louie comes skipping towards Bowpi, jabs his pointy snout into her crotch, and causes her to yelp and scamper away. Absolutely aghast that any bella donna could reject him, Louie will follow Bowpi until she starts nipping at him. Eventually we’ll fall away from Louie’s pack, allowing Bowpi to recompose herself.
Apparently, that’s how the routine goes on the other side of the bridge. But when Louie and Bowpi met on the grassy half of the dog park, she responded a bit differently. Though she put up some initial resistance …
… she finally succumbed to his wiles.
BIG Deerhound brother intervention: Oh c’mon kids, have you no decency? We’re in public!
Yup, Louie’s a real ladykiller. Sweeps ’em off their feet, toys with ’em for a bit, then leaves ’em swooning in the grass.