Took Tank to the park so he could sniff around and I could smoke a cigar (Year of the Rat, thanks Jamie!).
A few broads had rugrats at the playground. Tank walked over to say hello and one of them freaked. "Get your dog, he should be on a leash, we have babies here!" Now, mind you... she is right, and he should be leashed because, well... them's the rules. I carry the leash with me.
That said, he
walked over, didn't even try to smell the babies and just wanted to say hello to the people there. I called him back to me and we went to play fetch in the field. Still off leash because, well... fetch... and he never gave them a second glance. Again, I know he should be leashed... but jiminy flippin' Christmas, lady... he's fuggin sweet as sugar cane.
Everyone else we have encountered there just asked if they could pet him.