On Saturday night, we figured out why. Dazzle, a young Malinois who is just discovering the wonderfulness of his magic nether orbs, was sniffing very intently at every spot where Rosie had sat down.
Ohhhh ... we're at the "take his face off" state of proestrus, are we?
Apparently, we are.
And apparently, we quickly change our minds.
It's okay, he says he's a cop.
Then quite suddenly, he's adorable.
How can you tell from a still photo that Rosie isn't getting ready to launch at Dazzle in earnest?
Look at her front legs -- they are mirroring his. The splayed-out V shape as her chest goes down is a play cue.
Since Rosie doesn't really promiscuously play with strange dogs, this is courtship.
After buzzing the room at top speed several times, she raided his crate and stole his chewie, absolutely confident that he'd let her get away with it.
It was someone else's turn to feel dubious.
Apologies for the photo quality. My camera was very miffed by being asked to take high-speed action shots in the poor lighting. The hotel carpet pattern just gave it a Canon coronary.
* Cuz we missed Photo Phriday this week.