You know what wilts my lettuce? Please refrain from bringing your dog with you to the pharmacy. That tea-cup Pomeranian ain't no service dog and I don't appreciate being growled at, barked at, or having my fellow employees snapped at.
This also isn't Petco or Petsmart or Pet Supermarket. We aren't mopping up your precious little fur ball's excreta and if you leave it for us to clean up and I know where you live, expect it to be waiting on your windshield. Not to mention the kid that mops the floor at night is Muslim and I would hate to be part of an anti-pooch jihad.
Maybe I am wrong and your adorable little fur ball is just recognizing and giving a shout out from one b*tch to another but I still want you to leave your I-am-so-special-and-interesting-because-I-have-this-little-dog-so-you-should-talk-to-me at home because bringing it with you, well that really wilts my lettuce and if you leave it in the car somebody's gonna steal it.