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 ...!