Dogs>humans. It’s not even a question.

Also there’s a non-zero chance the mother was glad for the save.

Nobody cares about your screaming grub, Janet.

I prefer the term "crotch goblin"

To be fair, I'd be more interested in the dog than another boring baby.

When I had an office job, people were always bringing in babies. My response was always, "Hey, baby. How's it going?" and then back to work.

For the record: I am a woman. Basically all of the other women would react with coos and baby talk and would stay in a big huddle waiting for their turn to Hold The Baby™ while I went back to my desk/office.

But if someone brought in a dog, I'd immediately be down on the floor, making best friends with the dog and telling it how I'd love it forever.

I know from this evidence that there's something about my biology that is deeply broken, and I'm okay with it.

The chances of a baby doing anything interesting are very low, but the chances of a dog doing something interesting are very high, so I'm going with the dog.

Ha ha ha, this is the type of awkward stuff that happens to me.

Someone I don't know turns around and says hi, I say hi back, turns out there is some asshole behind me.

I like to do a little crotch goblin myself

I hate both of those people immediately. For no reason, but I feel firm in my decision to walk away in anger.

Another: crotch dropping.