Bruno meets an Irish wolfhound, in the back seat of his car

The back seat of the car being Bruno's space. We'd set up the garden chairs out past the marina, by the water treatment plant, for a couple of hours of gentle breezes and stellar waterfront views. Threw a few sticks in the water for Big-lips Bruno, which he dutifully retrieved. There was a guy throwing a line in a couple of hundred feet away. Had an Irish wolfhound with him. Seemed a youngish one, and noticed Bruno long before Bruno noticed him. As we're packing up, I open the door for Bruno while we stash the chairs in the back. Mr wolfhound can't contain himself. Comes bounding over to give Bruno the all-over sniff. Then he jumps in the back of our car. Bruno is giving me a look that says "what the hell goes on here?" Meanwhile, wolfhound's dad is running over yelling "Star Star Star." I assume that was Mr wolfhounds actual name. Star's dad had to retrieve his dog out of the back of our car. He was mightily apologetic. He needn't have worried. We would have been happy to take Star home with us!