Dogs>humans. It’s not even a question.
Also there’s a non-zero chance the mother was glad for the save.
this post was submitted on 01 Jun 2026
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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.
Nobody cares about your screaming grub, Janet.
I prefer the term "crotch goblin"
I like to do a little crotch goblin myself
Another: crotch dropping.
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.
To be fair, I'd be more interested in the dog than another boring baby.
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 hate both of those people immediately. For no reason, but I feel firm in my decision to walk away in anger.