She then apologized to me, saying, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize he was a working dog." Good so far, right?
But then she bent over so she could make eye contact with Isaac and proceeded to say, in a high-pitched, baby-talk voice, "I won't bother you since you're working. Oh no, I won't. I don't want to bother you when you're working, pretty baby. Oh no, I don't."
Um.... that's not how it works.