Our Favorite Starbucks went to the dogs this morning courtesy of a ten-year-old, 165-pound Newfoundland named Riptide. The fun began when Top Talent Agent David asked me to watch Riptide for a few minutes while he went to get a quick cup of coffee. "You know Riptide," he said, "There's not much to watch, he'll just plop himself down in the shade." I love dogs and am particularly fond of Riptide, so watching him was no problem ... or so I thought. The minute David disappeared into Starbucks, all hell broke loose. Riptide sprang into action, pulling me from table to table in a Frenzied Bid for Food. "What's that, a Grizzly Bear?," asked Gil, as Riptide lunged at his scrambled eggs. "No, it's just a Big, Hungry Dog," I explained. The next thing I knew, Riptide changed direction, lurching wildly towards what was left of Susan's muffin at the next table over. "Help," I cried, "For the love of God, somebody stop this Crazy Beast!" And just then, David returned with his Secret Weapon, the only thing known to keep Riptide under control: A Large Vanilla Frozen Yogurt!