One of the therapists retired last week. As we usually do, the department threw her a going-away party. People brought lots of cakes and pies and side dishes.
And two golden retriever puppies.
They were about eight weeks old; at that stage where they're all fluffy and big-eyed but still waddle and occasionally fall over their own feet when they walk. I'm still not sure why they were there (or even who brought them) but they sure were cute!