ME: Ma'am, could you take your dog outside?
HER: Really nasty look in my direction.
HER: Starts slovenly walking with her wanna-be-upscale white-trash friend back into the clothing again. IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION OF THE DOOR!
ME: Ma'am, could you please take your animal outside?
HER: I bet if I was Paris Hilton you wouldn't say that to me!
ME: Ma'am, it is a health and safety issue, we do sell food here. Could I please have you remove your animal?
HER: Another really nasty look, then a "hrrumph" sound, a hair flip, a hairpin turn on her flip-flips and she slouches toward the door.
ME: I have to follow the heifer, because you just know she'll try to sneak back in. She does. She sneaks a peek to see if I'm watching. I am. Stupid cow.
And I ask the door greeter: "Did you see that dog?" The door greeter goes: "Yes, but it was in her handbag." AAAAAARRRRGHHHHHHHH!