Monday Murph Mirth 3

A bit about Murph-proofing a room: This is likened to child-proofing, but for a curious lizard.

When I am about to spend time in a particular room of our home, for example, the kitchen, when I need to clean or rinse fruit and chop veggies, I block the kitchen exit so Lil’ Murph can explore and get exercise. When I am tending to matters on the computer, I shut a door and block another doorway.

Doing this involves a mental checklist:

  1. Have I Murph-proofed adequately? This means seeing there are no what-nots on the floor he may lick, block (with a picture frame or book, etc.) crevices he can wiggle into wherein I cannot retrieve him or where I would need to move large pieces of furniture (for fear of injuring him in the process) in order to get him.
  2. Scoop Murph up and out of his cage. Place his little bell under his chin poof and tie it loosely. This helps me to always have a general idea where he is. Where the jingling stops behind or beside me is where he has paused to ponder his next adventure!
  3. Keeping Murph in a room with me means keeping humans and brother Dog out. I tread lightly, I know he is walking around, I will not step on him or roll the chair onto him. I only trust myself with his safety at this time.                                           

Seems as though I have covered all the bases, correct? No chance of anything happening… right?

Well, you see, when a lizard slowly climbs up the back side of a curtain, their bell does not jingle!  So here I sit at the computer, and I hear:  Scratch…  scratch, scrape scratch, scrape scratch… scratch… thud!!  My head raises in alert curiosity, then concern. I turn toward the afore mentioned ruckus. I have no visual on the Murphster! I flee to the scene of the thud in question. Murph is A.W.O.L. I begin frantically, yet gently, scooting a box and my boots! I swayed aside an unusually heavy curtain and saw this attached to it:20181228_113655


20181228_113712“Murphy!!?! You’re… well, why on Earth… What were you… ? Awww come here!


20181228_113724He’s like, “You know what, I think I’m okay with this. I’ll just chill for a bit, thusly!”


20181228_113818“Why do you assume I was not happy in my new-found position? Stop scooting me out!”

He keeps me busy!

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

“What A Baby!”

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This was Murph’s old life:

190101_113551_0… Tiny, alone most of the time, and in a dark room. When I visited the location where he used to live, I would check on him. Sometimes I fed him if I saw no evidence of a recent feeding. I poured him filtered water. As you can see, he was thirsty. Bearded Dragons, if given a good variety in their diets, get all the water they need from their food. Though one should always leave a supply of fresh water, a sight such as this is rare.

190101_112613_17above: This is Lil’ Murph at his old residence, before he came to live with me and I became his Mommy/friend, human-type. I plucked him from his prison and showed him the outdoors that day. Look at how tiny he was!

These 2 photos were taken just after I brought him to live with me. He’s excited already!!

And, now, Murph as you all know him…


20180604_135448Thank you all for loving Murph with me!!

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


Monday Murph Mirth 2

So…         this happened!!

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mesmerized by his Murphness,    he knows not about…

20181124_164622the dangling legs of cuteness!!  🙂


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