I preface this by saying, we may let our little Sandy roam just a little too much, heh. She never wants to stay in her tank, except to eat and sleep... or, well, at least sleep half the night. Otherwise, she's roaming around the house. If it's sunny, I take her outside on her leash (oh, how she hates that harness, but LOVES the sunlight). But she gets into everything, and I do mean everything. I am mildly surprised I haven't yet seen a little dragon head poking out of my shoe. But one particular day, this shot got snapped. No cajoling or anything (though the dog bed got put there for her), just holding onto the back door, looking out the window, for hours from what I heard (and I've seen myself).
And what the heck, here's another shot of me and Sandy living life up to the fullest.
Yeah, I just had her on my chest and relaxing, and she started scrambling like she was trying to go to the back of the couch. Nope. Next thing I felt was a dragon faceplant right into my neck, and she was out not too much longer (and obviously, so was I).
And what the heck, here's another shot of me and Sandy living life up to the fullest.
Yeah, I just had her on my chest and relaxing, and she started scrambling like she was trying to go to the back of the couch. Nope. Next thing I felt was a dragon faceplant right into my neck, and she was out not too much longer (and obviously, so was I).
