Today I went to get blood drawn... As I walked into the building and was following my dad down the hall, some old man started going bananas over my dog: "Well hi!!! What a pretty girl!" *petpetpetkisskisskiss* Of course, Loretta made a beeline for him and ignored my dad. I said, "Please don't talk to her. She's trying to guide me."
The man acted like some kind of amazing lightbulb had come on. "Oooooh!"
I understand (sort of) why people try to pet a service dog who is at rest. I do not understand why they think they can greet one who is quite obviously doing a job, guiding a person down a hallway! In my mind, that takes a whole lot of lack of observance.
