Egg on my face.

Okay, not exactly egg, but mayonaisse.  I was eating my daily BLT when the dog catcher finally showed up to get the stray dogs.  I went out to help him catch them and when I came back in, I realized that I had a big old gob of mayonaisse on my cheek.  Oh well.  The dogs are gone and I feel bad having had to call the dog catcher. The man said that he thought maybe they could get them adopted because they are good natured dogs.  I hope so.