Doc (because love and smiles can be a remedies)
“Oh yes she did, the Mommy person has placed a bell under my chin poof to hear me jingle…. I jingle now! I overheard something about a stylish, removable collar now that she knows the bell sounds (with my now auditory) strut! Now, crossing the floors below human ankle height, one can hear the adorable sounds of ‘pitter-patter, jingle, patter, jingle, slide, slide, pitter-pat, jingle! Apparently, I also look great in green light. That’s great! What’s next!?!”
“NO. No Mom, don’t do it!”
“This is a great wall color Mom… for an Irish pub. It doesn’t take an Einstein to deduce the fact that you have re-painted so many times, that we’re losing square footage. I need space… you need space. Paint fumes Mom, paint fumes!”
“Aww, I’m happy sitting on the power strip, why are you making me get off?”
“I am so Murphin’ cute!”
“Murphin’ sleepy…this old house is chilly, please re-lower the heating pad. Please.”
“That helped. I feel rested. I feel content. I am feeling just Murphy!”
“Words are not necessary here.”
“Irk, not in the mood…. let me down, need to walk and explore …and possible find that power strip!”
“Ah, come on!?”
(a glossary of words and terms)
Lil’ Murph’s alright. He’s just relaxed by the cuddle from which I just lowered him. UPDATE: Yes, Murph is still eating only smoothies by syringe and occasionally cooked chicken (plain in water and a little olive oil). No, I haven’t fixed this, I am not ‘The Lizard Whisperer’! He’s been like this since I left the country for a couple of weeks. It is now his preferred method of food-intake. I must make delicious smoothies! I try, I set before him a medley of produce and snacks. He will not eat until I baby him with hand-feeding. Some folks may suggest to keep leaving fresh food available. If he’s hungry enough he’ll eat it. No, no he won’t!! I have done this. Knowing he’s hungry and will eat his smoothie, I eventually just give him what he wants because he refuses to eat like a normal lizard, all self-sufficient-like. I cannot find an expert on this predicament of mine. Murph reached his adult size. He is 2-ish years aged. I hope we enjoy one another for many more years even if I must hand-feed him 2 to 3 times daily.
I have however, found experts on everything else. Enough to make me feel stupid. But, it’s okay. I may not be all-knowing, but I am capable of keeping lizards alive and loved, happy and ridiculously pampered. One knowledge-infused book is simply titled: “The Bearded Dragon Manual”. Herein one will learn the variants of colors and sizes in breeding are called ‘Morphs’. Also, in selective breeding, to achieve red, orange, or yellow saturation in Beardies’ colorations is hyperxanthic. Then, there is the knowledge contained within that typical Dragon owners need to know as well.
Here is a link if you’re interested in learning more about these beauties.:
In the top photo of Murph, you will see little spots on his thighs. Here is info on what they are: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Femoral_pore
Sometimes Murph enters his hide and pouts on his stuffed Chameleon.