Kimchi, not for me

I'm walking through the park with Daive. A man is walking beside us and starts making friendly noises at the dog (surprising because most Koreans think she's about to eat them). I smile, and try to get Daive to at least look in his direction. He starts talking to me in Korean. I, of course, don't understand. I could say "I don't speak Korean" in Korean, but that seems to confuse people more than anything else....so I just stick with saying it in English. He starts waving me over to a bench to sit down. For reasons still unknown to me, I sit. He goes in for something I assume to be a handshake, but it ends up being more of an arm fondle (me being the fondle-ee). And then nothing (nothing after he spoke to me for a few minutes in Korean, of course). I am talking to myself out loud at this point (How awkward...why did I sit down...things like that) and I finally say "You don't speak English?" He says "yes" (remember, that means no as an answer to my question), and then I say, "My dog needs to poop, so I should go...uhh....right" and walk away to a grassy area behind the sidewalk, where he follows me. He makes a noise that startles Daive, and I begin to say things like "get him! get him!" as quietly as possible...not wanting her to actually get him, just to bark. And of course, she doesn't bark. She actually walks over to him with her tail wagging. I pull her away, mumbling something about poop, shrug my shoulders apologetically, wait until his back is turned, and leave (quickly). I need to train Daive to at least bark on command so maybe she would sound intimidating...or something.