Now that he’s grown up a bit, Waffle’s become a bit more weary and a bit less witless. He’s still insanely warm-hearted for a reptile though and is perfectly content in the company of humans as long as they don’t wield cameras.
Well I do occasionally wield a camera, and it’s nearly impossible to get a decent shot of him when he’s on the alert. The solution? Distract with food (remember, he’s still a little witless). The result? Pictures with my baby’s cuute little face actually showing.
Oh, and even though I say he’s a he, I’m pretty sure by now that he’s a she. But I was so sure for so long that he was a he that I can’t stop calling him that.
The next photo’s from a while ago, but just in case you haven’t seen it here’s one of my favourite pictures of Dorothy:
It was taken a moment before she noticed I was there then shot me a look like I was being loud or something. Seriously, she looks at people like we’re the small ones. Aah well, Dorothy will be Dorothy, and she’ll still always be my little girl!