I had wanted to get a holiday photo of at least Dorothy and Owen together, but my photo sessions did not work out. They tended to look like the picture below, where Owen looks like a two-dimensional paper-doll, and Dorothy looks depressed.
Or like this one, where Dorothy is checking to see if Owen's palpable rage is edible. It is not.
There, there, says Dorothy, with a heavy plunk of her paw, getting said deadweight rather dangerously close to Owen's head.
And so I decided separate photos would have to do.