Memories of Calzone... and Good News!

I am so sad that Calzone is gone.

I am happy to hear that he has spared himself. He is not gone. It appears he was in trouble, therefore faked his demise. Therefore, the special photos of him at my castle are no longer a secret.

I am sorry Calzone, when I thought you were gone... I wanted everyone to see your lighter side and share my fond memories of you romping through the grounds here.

The endearing sentiments of his nature that were expressed in past tense will actually no longer apply, as he is still in the present.

I think these photos will surprise a lot of you, as this is not what you would expect from him in his typical everyday life.

He was such a funny dragon. He had such a tough exterior around most people, but I remember seeing him in a different light.

I just want to share of few of my favorite photos of him.





In this first picture, I had found him playing in the garden of my Castle on a nice warm spring day. I had to tell him to stay out of the flowers, but he loved to roll around on the open grassy areas.





He used to love the shade near the boathouse.
Sometimes he would just lie on the pavement, hang his head over the edge of the walkway, unroll that long dragon tongue and lap up the water from the inlet until his heart was content. I guess he needed to cool off that fiery hot breath of his.... and boy was it hot.























This was his favorite thing to do....swim in my moat. He would terrorize the swans, but he never really meant any harm to them.
Strangely, I only have one swan now.

Sometimes I wouldn't even know he was coming over, I would just hear him out there doing cannonballs and splashing around.
Have you ever seen a dragon doing the backstroke? Haha, I haven't either, although he claimed he could. I would watch him sometimes trying to float on his back and it was like a tidal wave from him kicking so hard.
Poor baby, I know he wanted to do the backstroke so badly.

If you only knew how many of my imported Persian rugs that he ruined.
He would forget to dry off before coming inside and he would track in moat sludge.

At least, the last time, he used the towel I left for him in the garden.

Usually after a long hard swim, he would come in and curl up next to the grand fireplace in the Great Chamber.
I would rub his cute little dragon chin, or the spot in the crook under his left wing.
He would be all warm and cozy, and would roar, I mean snore himself to sleep.

Oh, such great memories, I will truly miss him. Every Castle needs a protector and he was mine.

I do have good memories. I am glad you are still around to keep a watch over this Castle Calzone.