Idyllwild's mayor, Max the golden retriever, takes a break from his bureaucratic duties on September 10, 2015. (Sam McManis/Sacramento Bee/TNS)

IDYLLWILD, Calif. — The mayor of this town, duly elected for life, is a total mouth-breather. Barely monosyllabic, too, and given to fits of slobbering all over himself and his constituents, which townsfolk don’t seem to mind and, in fact, find quite adorable in a public servant.

He also seems inordinately proud of his flowing, blond, Trump-ian mane, which he shakes with practiced nonchalance before photo ops. Fond of plaid neckties and always wearing a tan coat, he positively salivates over the attention he’s afforded on “The Hill,” never meets a baby’s cheek he didn’t want to kiss or a fellow party member he didn’t want to sniff.

Maximus Mighty-Dog Mueller II, legacy of a golden retriever political dynasty every bit as dominant here as any Bushes or Clintons, is in his second year presiding over the funky, laid-back, dog-loving town of Idyllwild, an unincorporated alpine mountain getaway between Los Angeles and San Diego surrounded on all sides by desert. Puppyhood behind him, Mayor Max II has made a seamless transition in replacing his beloved progenitor, Mayor Max I, elected in 2012 (yes, ballots were actually cast) as a fundraising stunt funded by Idyllwild’s version of a super PAC, the Animal Rescue Friends.

Let’s not delve into all the messy political machinations behind Max’s ascension to office. Better just to accept that, as his chief of staff and owner Phyllis Mueller proudly says, he is the big dog in a town that absolutely loves its canine companions.

About 3,000 people reside in Idyllwild — the closest large city is Palm Springs, a 45-minute drive to the east — but it’s believed dogs nearly triple that number. At least, that’s the estimate put forth by longtime residents Preston and Cathy Sparks, sipping coffee with their Shepherd mix, Gracie May, one recent morning on the wooden deck at Higher Grounds, where customers weave around the furry supine bodies of sacked-out pooches.

“This is a dog town, absolutely,” Cathy Sparks said.

“Restaurants let you bring your dogs on the patio and bring them bowls of water before they serve you,” she said.

Service-animal designation be damned, dogs pretty much have free rein (with, literally, few reins) to trot into the passel of boutiques and antiques shops that line the four-block downtown framed by the pine-studded San Jacinto Mountains and the stark, jagged, granite outcropping of Tahquitz Rock.

One store that gets considerable foot (and paw) traffic is Mountain Paws, which features designer canine clothing, a vast, glittering wall of collars and soy-free, gluten-free, grain-free pet treats made by Mrs. Pickles Pantry, a local chef who occasionally also bakes pastries for human consumption. And, in an arts-centric area, one of the 11 galleries downtown is Oh My Dog, featuring the canine portrait photography of Frank Bruynbroek, said to possess an “Ansel Adams-like ability (to) capture a landscape of emotions from man’s best friend.”

And then there’s Mayor Max, who rumbled into downtown late one afternoon in the back of a white Ford pickup truck driven by Mueller. The mayor, with his argyle tie fluttering in the breeze, doesn’t just pull into town; he emerges.

He came with an entourage. Vice Mayor (and first lady) Mitzi and shadowy political operative Mike, golden retrievers both, travel in a separate white SUV with “Mayor Max” stenciled on each side and a neon sign — reconstituted from a Domino’s Pizza delivery car roof ornament — announcing their arrival.

Even before Max could hop out the back, the citizenry descended. Resident Cheryl Vladika, who looked as if she had just finished working out in tank top and ball cap, veered off the sidewalk and started chucking Max under the chin, then gave his ears a good going over. The mayor, consummate professional, did not break eye contact. It was obvious he had Vladika’s vote. Not that there’s going to be a re-election campaign any time soon. After the untimely death of Max I in 2013, ARF and community members gave Max II an open-ended, Kim Jong-un style term in office.

“People have loved their dogs here long before we came along, but people have really taken to Max, haven’t they, Mr. Mayor?” said Mueller, smoothing Max’s wind-blown coat. “We’ve done over 400 public service events in the past few years. We do meet-and-greets just about.”

She turned abruptly and spoke to Max, who had lost focus and was, well, attending to some personal grooming in his nether regions.

“Max! None of that in public, young man!” Mueller scolded. “Especially with the press here!”

She continued: “He does store openings, holiday events, visits the school. If we get a call from a parent and there’s a sick kid, Max will go visit them. Ninety-eight percent of what he does is in Idyllwild, but he’ll occasionally go down the hill for fundraisers. It originally was just going to be some fun, but it’s turned into an actual mayor’s office.”

Every few minutes, a car with canine visages protruding out the windows passed the corner of Highway 243 and North Circle Drive, and Max gave an acknowledging woof, tail wagging metronomically. When smartphone wielding paparazzi arrived, Mueller brought out the dog treats and Max dutifully put his front paws on the back bed of the truck, lifted his head and flashed some Biden-esque pearly white teeth.

“Look at how mayoral he looks,” Mueller cooed.

Dog-crazy as this quirky place may be, it apparently embraces all forms of critters. Although black bears have long since moved on to more lush forests, and though there have been tenfold more mountain lion sightings in Santa Monica than Idyllwild, the town venerates animals, wild or domestic.

A decade ago, business owners commissioned a local chainsaw carving artist, David Roy, to sculpt a work depicting Idyllwild’s harmony with nature. It took nearly 10 years, but the sculpture, 25 feet tall and hewn from four trees, depicts a bear, an eagle, a mountain lion, two bobcats, a howling coyote, a squirrel, a rabbit, a snake and, yes, a dog. Roy has since moved to Taos, New Mexico, but a steady stream of tourists pose in front of his masterpiece, local Wayne Sleme said.

“Do I like it?” Sleme asked, repeating a question. “Let’s just say, it’s part of the charm of Idyllwild. We depend a lot on tourists, and they seem to like it.”

True, Idyllwild is not a bad place for visiting bipeds, either.

In summer, Idyllwild (elevation: 5,413 feet) is an escape from the heat for desert-dwellers and Angelenos. In fall, well into October and November, the clime assumes a brisk chill and leaves of the deciduous trees (a small but hearty minority to the omnipresent pines) turn festive colors — yellow and orange for the maples, burnished red for the oaks. In winter, the area averages about 50 inches of snowfall, which draws Southern Californians eager to experience the oddity known as a change in seasons. And in spring? That’s when the rock climbers return, like swallows to Capistrano, to scale the sheer cliffs of Tahquitz Rock and neighboring Suicide Rock, two of the premier sites in North America for adrenaline-seeking “dirtbaggers.”

“Probably the best time of year for climbing, in my opinion, is right now (October),” said Ryan Strickland, a local climber hanging out at Nomad Ventures, go-to store for climbing gear, backcountry adventure passes and information on rock climbing and bouldering. “It’s cooler weather, but not cold, and the least amount of people. In summer, it can get a little (crowded), with the bulk of the climbers weekenders from L.A. and San Diego. But it’s not, like, overcrowded or anything.”

Even for those not versed in wielding steel pitons and using quickdraw carabiners, the San Jacinto Mountains offer miles of hiking, running and mountain biking trails. Not all are open to dogs, by the way, though try telling that to Idyllwildians.

On a clear day, locals say, you can see Catalina Island from Tahquitz Peak’s fire lookout tower. In fall, given the cloud cover, all you get are gorgeous views of a sublime mountain range that’s alpine on one side and more scrub-brush on the other.

“Have you ever heard the term ‘Sky Island’?” said Preston Sparks, the Idyllwild resident. “It’s a high-altitude mountain, an alpine community, surrounded on all sides by desert. That’s what we are. It’s pretty rare, and we like it. It makes you feel different.”

A breed apart, perhaps.