Saw the dog again in the dream. He was reading my shoulders.

I'm at the hotel bar after a set that went sideways, and the dog is just sitting there on the stool next to me, not looking at my face — my shoulders. And he nods, like he gets it. Then the bartender asks if I want another, and the dog says 'same for me, but make it water.' That's it. Woke up feeling like someone finally read the room I've been standing in.