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The Zoo- Part one

We went to the zoo today! I've been wanting to go for about a year now and Sammy finally took me! Last night I started to freak out and get anxious about going and couldn't sleep. But Sammy was patient with me and even drove and guess what. The world didn't end. Nothing completely horribly terrible happened. It was a great time! It was such a great date with my best friend. : ) 
I asked Sammy what his favorite animal was to see and he said the dogs. Then he asked if there would be all different breeds of dogs for him to pet. He's such a dork. As soon as we got to the zoo he started singing the Jurassic Park theme song. To which I said, wrong zoo! (Then I watched Jurassic Park tonight when I got home hahaha!)
Of course we took a bunch of pictures. And Sammy's turned out better than mine, but I don't have them yet, so alas only my many, many, many pictures of the lizards. I have a lizard problem. I love them. I have ever since fourth grade when we had a bearded dragon as the class pet. So I was sort of in lizard heaven today. I also took so many pictures of the lizards because when my dog lays upside down with her yellow eyes, I swear she looks like a lizard/velociraptor! Here's my lizards! (And an awesome bird and a frog)
He was waving his hand in front of his face, it looked like he was dancing
They hatched less than a month ago!
Oh lizards, I love you : ) But I love Sammy more. I'm so glad that he shares my love of animals and is patient with me and that we went to the zoo! More pictures to come!

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