She stands stoically, bravely ignoring the advances of the beady-eyed, tongue-waggling, perplexingly hairy man.
Man-goat, to be precise.
This goat puts on an impressive rendition of the typical drunk-fraternity-guy mating ritual. The dog certainly isn’t having it, channeling her inner superiority complex to ignore every nip and nibble.
Unrequited love, such a tragic thing.