Like really.
He may be a brat, but he was MY brat!
And he hated Joe. Like HATED. Lunged at him, tried to bite him, hissed at him.
Crazy! Joe is the Tegu Whisperer! But Norman wasn't buying it.
I drove down (120 mile round trip) and brought Norman home yesterday. I used my baby talk voice the whole time and called him "Mr Puffy Pants." I'm so happy!
You can tell Norman is happy too! ;) That's his "happy" face.
He didn't eat last night, but I'll try again tonight.
I'm SOOOO happy that he's home.
He's a brat, but he's my brat! :D
