It was a new leash on life at 7th and Montana this morning for an Adorable Young Tyke who made the scene ... on a leash. Onlookers gaped in astonishment as his mother walked him down 7th Street and into Starbucks like a Trained Chihuahua. "Come!," she said sternly, leading the way. He obeyed. "What do we have here?," I asked as they walked by, "Is he friendly? Has he had all of his shots?" Before his mother could answer, the Poor Kid started screaming. It was a high-pitched shriek, the kind that probably sent neighborhood dogs running for cover, but I wasn't worried. Something tells me this kid's bark is worse than his bite ...!
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Jeeze, I hope the don't get him nuetered!
Awww how precious. Looks like he has little crocs on.
If we could only muzzle the mother.
how do you know he is not? He might be neutered already.
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