That's Not How It Works

Today at Panera, Isaac and I were sitting outside on the patio when a woman walked by and stopped to talk to him. Isaac stood up and wagged his tail, and then she saw his vest.

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.