For the better part of each morning for the last few days, I've tried to capture the "perfect" picture of the three dog-kids for our Christmas card this year.  Apparently, they could care less and have no clue of my intentions.

And as the weather has started turning colder and colder, our gas logs have been put to more and more use.  Rowdy, in turn, has decided that the fireplace hearth is (a) the best new place for his bed, and (b) prime real estate for toasting his buns!  Every time the fireplace goes on, Rowdy goes right in front of it... and did sit patiently while I snapped a number of pictures.

A mosiac of the weekend's attempts are below: