By reader request, a picture of the lion in winter. That bed was my Christmas present for him — it just looked so soft and fleecy. Alan derides it as a “cat bed.” He avoided it for a few days, but now, most mornings, that’s where you can find him, having his a.m. snooze. He could use a haircut, but he always does, this time of year. He’s not growling or fussing, just mid-yawn. That’s our dog. Tomorrow he sees the vet for his 140,000-mile checkup. After which I hope to post something a little more substantive. But hey, you know you love the dog pictures.