Come Tethered, Lizard

20180604_135448“I AM DRAGON. HEAR ME__!!!”

20180608_160925Adorably chill in a life of pamperdom

The event of being leashed like brother Dog is an unusual happening for Murph. This is new stuff, but he already associates his harness with outside time. It’s a bittersweet episode for him because he’s excited about going outside, likewise he is aware it’s a restraining oddity. Mostly, he is still as the harness is slipped over his head. I hold his tiny wrists between my thumb & forefinger to pull his arms through.  He’s such such a good boy! He is donning the harness/leash the Daddy person made for him and he loves the added freedom on the ground! Now the only thing I have to worry about is a hawk with balls enough to swoop him away as I hold the leash or contact with an undesired insect like a fatally toxic lightning bug. He never ran from me outside, but harnessing domesticated lizards (especially where it’s cold in the winter) is protecting them.


     I mentioned here of Murph’s intelligence, how he recognizes the back yard, realizes the journey outdoors is nearing finality, and so chooses to alter this future by scrambling toward any direction but homeward.

     The dog is the opposite. After a walk this one is ready to get indoors. Once inside, the most preferred activity of The Furry One is to stare at me, breathing AT me in every room as if he needs more….anything. He thinks he ranks above me in the pack. I’m the service human. 

This only happens to me:

     It was beautiful outside, so Dog, Murph & I rounded the corner after an extensive stroll in the heat. Murph is calm on my left shoulder & the dog is right & front, both leashes in my left hand, poo bags in my right. We (I) chose to pause here a moment in what is typically a peaceful & minimally active alley. We are in the alley at a tiny strip of grass. Lil’ Murph wants down. He is within his harness so I set him down and hold his leash.

      I was expecting a phone call, and am on the phone at this point. My feet are burning from the sun and I’m going to be there a moment. I slip my feet out of my shoes & position my piggies in the soft, cooler grass. I am holding 2 icky bags of poo because of The Furry Prince. Murph begins walking back toward the street. Dog is pulling me toward home. It’s like a twisted Dr. Seuss theme!! My shoes are off, My feet are hot, I have some poop I like to hold!

     This is when somebody chose to drive down the alley in a large vehicle. By the time I collected my lizard, my shoes & the poo bags I set down (with a phone at my skull), the Dog did a 180 behind me ‘clothes-lining’ me at the back of my knees, followed by 45 degree insertion of the alley directly at the intrusive vehicle! So I reel Dingus in as I grin with an “I’m sorry” wave to a person whom would not look at me!

     We were so out of the way had, say, a sedan drove there – but no, nope…had to be a huge something rather. Well, gave that person something unexpected to witness that day. Glad I could help. Ordinary is boring.

“Give me Lizardry or give me Death!” – Dawn Renee


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