I play softball every Thursday night and always bring Sterling with me. (Of course he always has water, ice cubes, and a squeaky toy) This week was particularly hot so we headed to Dairy Queen for some ice cream afterwards. After ordering my blizzard and sitting down, a little boy came running up to him and threw his arms around his neck without saying a word to me. Luckily, Sterling loves kids (a sentiment I don't really share) and tolerated this little boy putting his hands in his mouth,… Continue