Chase, already bored, decides he's finished and gets up to leave. I don't think so. Sabrina meanwhile, has suddenly discovered she has feet.
Chase is corralled and brought back to the fireplace. As the camera snaps, he decides it's been 4 1/2 seconds since the last time he kissed Sabrina on the lips. Her lips apparently taste like beef liver, because licking them is one of his favorite pastimes. Sabrina, bonded to her loving doggie brother, will usually (Note: At this time, I dangle a shiny object off screen for those of you who are better parents than me to look at so you won't read the rest of this sentence which concludes...) open her mouth so he can clean it out like you lick frosting out of a bowl. Don't send me letters because I know all your kids are disgusting too. And yes, she thinks it's funny.
"OK enough shenanigans!", we shout. Let's do this thing. In response the next photo we get is what I'd call "Epic Holiday Photo Fail".
I'm not sure what's going on here; nearest I can tell Chase is giving Ripley the "Ha ha I got out of wearing my Santa hat by being impossible while you got stuck with the goofy collar" tongue tease. The feet Sabrina recently discovered a few photos back are being relieved of their shoes. Arrrrgh. Seriously?
Finally, we take what we can live with, although I am temped to send this one to the dog lovers in our family. Happy Holidays!
(In reading this post, I have to say Ripley's boredom with the whole thing really irritated me because while he stayed still during the entire process, he never quite lost the "I must find some way to stop Christmas from coming" look on his face.)