Dogs (with Milk Beards) on Thursday

Twice a week, I go to work a half hour early and take an extra long lunch so I can run home and let the dogs out. Don't worry - they're not crossing their legs the other three days - a Dog Nanny comes to the house to let them out. Anyway, today was my day to run home. I race home, let the babes out, grab something quick for lunch, let them out again, and then race back to work. Whew. In the winter I'll heat up a can of soup in the microwave, but now that it's getting warmer, a bowl of cereal does the trick. I'm not the only one who likes cereal for lunch:

That's what I see the whole time I am trying to enjoy my lunch. Emma and Tara are using mental telepathy to get me to put that bowl on the floor...put that bowl on the floor...put that bowl on the floor.
It works every time. I always get out another bowl so they don't have to share. My reward?
Look closely - Emma has a milk beard! It's probably one of those things that only I think is funny, but it really cracks me up!

After racing back to work, look what greeted me as I was walking to the back door of the museum:
Baby goosies! Here's a better picture.

Such little cutie pies! I wasn't really that close - I took these pictures with the zoom lens, but the mama and papa were hissing at me, so I left them alone. It seems early for goslings, especially when you look at the size of them - these guys have got to be at least a week old. Happy Spring!