I think I found a new milk mustache model. "Who is it?" you ask. It's none other than Schultz, our big furry German Shepherd!
My daughter was eating dinner, and moving way too fast. I've never seen anyone eat dinner, talk with her hands, and dance with her feet all at the same time. But that's what she does. Usually we don't have any incidents as a result of this bizarre behavior. Today, however, her luck ran out. My daughter knocked over a full glass of milk. It spilled all over the table and dripped on to the floor.
Schultz was right there to save the day. He flicked out his big pink tongue and licked it off the table. Then he took care of the floor. When he was done, he had a nice white milk mustache on his black snoot.
"Good boy, Schultz!" my daughter said.
He cocked his head and wagged his tail.
I'm just hoping he's not lactose intolerant, because if he is, the mess he's going to make will be a lot worse than the spilt milk!