Happy Easter, and I just met a service dog -- complete with red blanket/coat saying SERVICE DOG -- and his humans.
He is largely terrier, and a stocky muscular bodied fellow.
And I said, "Is he supposed to be working?"
cause he had his outfit on.
And he was straining at the leash trying to get past the person with the lead, and greet me.
"It's okay," they said. And chided him tenderly when he bounced on his hind legs and wanted my face. I had just washed, though, so my face didn't smell interesting to him.