It was a case of Separation Anxiety this morning at 7th and Montana as an attractive newcomer left her adorable pet Chihuahua by my table while she went into Starbucks for a quick cup of coffee. The minute she turned her back, the poor pooch started whining uncontrollably. Moments later, the whining turned into yelping as the woman began leaving Starbucks without her dog. "For some reason, your dog seems to have a bad case of Separation Anxiety," I observed, shortly after she returned to the scene. "Yes," she agreed. "You'd feel the same if I left you behind." "If you say so," I replied. Meanwhile, not to be ignored, the woman seated to my left was carrying on an animated conversation -- with herself -- alternating between what sounded like a high-pitched baby voice and a parental reprimand. Passersby, including Actor-Director Ron Howard, seemed intent on keeping their distance as the Obvious Psychopath begged herself for permission to "pet the doggie." As for me, I beat a hasty retreat ... without any Separation Anxiety whatsoever!