My oldest daughter is a Dragonologist, or would like to be anyway! She's all of eleven years old, but can identify all the different dragons out there (who knew there were different species??) as well as telling you their habitat and dietary preferences. When she grows up she's planning to take me to the Blue Mountains in New South Wales to search for the Australian dragon... which I can't quite remember the name of. I just hope there's going to be hot running water and a flushing toilet down there!
Anyway, this little guy is dedicated to her. When I revealed him in all his glory she said, "Mum, European dragons don't have horns." Gotta love 'em!