I’ll Be Kissing Lizard Tale

resized952018080895124807Yep, he’s already pissed!

I left the state. I didn’t tell Murph, I kissed him a bunch, had him in my car with me, I woke him early to hang out with me while I did make-up and dishes. Yeah, he knew something was up. The photo above was sent by one of his care-takers.

Day 1) “Where’s my Mommy?”  When I’m home & Murph’s life is balanced with me + activity + baby talk, he is content and peers out his window when he’s in his abode. That he is facing in such a way to see the living room from his cage door…. Uh oh!    This is how Murph should look:20180724_192644Those of you who know Lil’ Murph are aware of his despair when I am away…and the lingering side effects of Mom absenteeism. I returned to our country in April after being away 14 days….he still requires hand-feedings. It took weeks of cuddles & outside time together to get him cheery & pooing with any decent frequency. I’m no pro, but I think this is not normal lizard behavior. I am not a normal human, reckon we’re a matching pair. My last sweet lizard girl also required hand feeding. Do they love me a whole bunch? Does food taste better from family hands? Sigh20180724_192659A normal person may say, “Aww, that extra chin skin is a little cute.     Maybe, um, possibly. It could happen. I however, tell it to Murph thusly, “Him’s got the cutest chin poof, Yes him does!” spoken through a pucker because my instinct is to smooch the poof. Please don’t judge me.

190101_110043_329….and the answer to the question in this photo: I’m partially home with my Murph, stressing the following: He’s not getting adequate cuddles or kisses he needs to strive (“Will you give my lizard kisses?” is not a commonly executed favor). Is he receiving care to the extent of pamperdom…and Oh my, is he mad? Sad? How long will be the redeeming of my absence of a few days? I’m soorrry! I’d take you with me if I could. I spoke to Murph via speaker phone.     Oh yes, I did that.

Day 3) Home now and… Whew, My Lil’ Murph is alive and doesn’t feel to have lost any ounces in weight (this is good news for the care-taker, of whose help is appreciated:)20180810_164825“Yippy, I have Mommy again & she has me!”20180810_164953“After lunch and lovin’ Mommy filled my water dish. I don’t drink from it because I get the water I need from smoothies. Rather, this is what I do with my water.”20180810_18295420180810_173558Murph, you’re wicking water.

20180810_1830363 hours & 4 different water-enjoyment poses later, the water had eventually wicked out. It is time for dinner.20180810_170325Yeah, that’s his bib and smoothie syringe to the side. He knows what time it is when i place his cloths under his chin to catch excess smoothie.20180810_170459AAh, Mommy + full belly = contentment.    So happy together

20180810_183116 With my cute wittle toungue, toofers & lippies, I bid thee farewell.


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


  1. Omg little mama’s boy Murph is!!!! He needs the. Mama! But the mama must travel! Does his caretaker love on him and kiss him and hold him for hours?
    I love the photos. So adorable


  2. The primary caretaker/housesitter takes Murph outside on his leash and hand-feeds him. That person (as I often do) places Murph before different windows for different views uncaged when that person is in those rooms. Caretakers 2 & 3 come check on Murph together. They are extra eyes on Murph’s well being. They are the ones that give cuddles once or twice daily. 1 of them confessed she gave Murph kisses because she knew he needed them when I was away so long. I’m so glad you think he’s adorable with me!


  3. Awwww that is too sweet she gave him kisses. Sometimes they just miss their mama and nothing helps. I think I told you once, when my daughter would leave for a week during the summer to spend it with grandma her dog who was also the family’s dog refused everything. She would not eat, and would lay in my daughter’s bed until she came home. It was awful. And i tried everything, even sleeping in my daughter’s bed with the dog but nope. She wanted her girl.
    I love the photos of you and Murph


  4. You did, but I’d forgotten. I’m glad to re-know it:) because that is crazy sweet! Yet, so scary, I’m sure, to watch a big baby grieve that way. In my life I witnessed one animal commit slow suicide from depression, not from sickness. I didn’t save her. I hope she forgives me, Goliath. I help every animal & insect if it’s within my ability ( I admire that you do as well). Too bad I was a different sort of fool then. Happily though, thank you about the pics!


  5. I was a fool way back when too. But I grew up. Grew as a person. Learned. Evolved. I have hoped my old dog forgives me too. But these two lived 14 1/2 years of bliss with the exception of a week a year for Molly and Jessy had only a few bad days at the end.

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