My youngest daughter found this photo in a box. Reminds me of a simpler time when Tank was of a more manageable size. We would wrestle and I could keep him in my arms. Now, at 36+ pounds he breaks right out of my bear hugs. It seems to take little effort on his part. These are such a strong animal. I can see how prey in the wild would have a hard time hiding. Tank's claws remind me of bear claws. He could easily tear up a submerged log looking for food.
Tank never becomes angry during our little wrestling matches. Many times he'll just sit in my arms, going to sleep sometimes. It's a strange relationship we have but not one I would want to give up. These misunderstood reptiles are not only intelligent but also kind. Tank goes out of his way to make sure he doesn't bite or scratch me. I've seen him fold his claws in when climbing on me. Why would he do that? Why should he care?
Tank never becomes angry during our little wrestling matches. Many times he'll just sit in my arms, going to sleep sometimes. It's a strange relationship we have but not one I would want to give up. These misunderstood reptiles are not only intelligent but also kind. Tank goes out of his way to make sure he doesn't bite or scratch me. I've seen him fold his claws in when climbing on me. Why would he do that? Why should he care?