Monday Murph Mirth VI

The Mirth of today is a 38 second long video of the Bearded Dragon we know and love…

He’s been like this all day, folks!! He does not want to be caged. I tried to tell him he needs his lighting. He won’t hear it, he’s on the move and does not care about the technicalities. He must wear his bell when he spends time on the floor. It helps me to know where he is and I get to giggle when he jingles. I build walls (in a way) so he stays in the room where I am. However, he has learned how to knock down down one of the cardboard obstacles and does it every time I prop it up. Why? He wants to enter the dining room to do this! Smart boy. Stay tuned for Murph tearing down the wall.

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


“How Much Is That Murphy In The Window?”



On more than one occasion, I have been offered cash for my lizard!! Lil’ Murph is not for sale!! He is not just gorgeous to look at, he is my friend! I’ll even bump it up a notch to liken him to my reptilian child.
Those that have seen the strange woman walking a dog and lizard may think she is just trying to get attention…. NO, my lizard should be able to experience walks under the sun as any creature & I simply do not care what the “civilization” thinks.
If they think my lizard is cool… well, that’s cool. If they choose to think I am strange, they can just…       go about their business as usual.
My lizard so enjoys to be walked!! He rests at my shoulder peacefully – UNTIL it’s time to go home – this boy knows the entire backyard area! It’s tricky work, especially at times like one particular day, when the dog was ready to go home and the mild adventure-seeking, free-spirited lizard was not.


Picture this a moment: Now, we’re in the old ally by the house, there is minimal traffic here at any time of the day or night. The dog’s leash is stretched in the homeward direction (I think the sweet boy gets dumber as our long, hot walks progress). He is ready for water & rest.


And so anyway… as I mentioned, Murph knows his backyard. He wants to walk more! Here is when peaceful observance of his world morphs (or Murph’s) into sheer rebellion!!      So what does he do?
He crawls down my body and heads the opposite direction of home, with his harness outstretched the other way of the dog’s…
Okay, Murph is plotting his path to descent in the desire to walk around on the Earth, so I decide now is the time, a safe distance from intersections, that I let him down & fix a wee issue. I take my shoe off because something got in it and has been annoying me. Well, the gravel is burning hot so  I hopped to the little strip of grass to address this problem.
I have to throw down the dog’s poo bags, immobilize the dog and the little rebel, tap stated shoe upside down, while seeing to it I dropped not the house key and what-not I took along on our journey (2 more hands would be beneficial at such a time).
As luck would have it, now is when a minivan chooses to navigate itself into the mess and in my way. I had to make the lady driver wait as I collected all obstacles from the path.           It happened thusly:
STEP 1) Immediately grab Murph & place him on my shoulder.
STEP 2) Retrace my hops back to the gravel to get poo bags & shoe.
STEP 3) Toss stated items to that grassy strip.
STEP 4) Look up while politely raising my finger to suggest “Please, give me a moment” and give a humbled grin.
STEP 5) Make way back to grass.
STEP 6) Secure Murph with one hand & not trip on the leash of his harness dangling before me.
STEP 7) Walk toward the dog as I reel him in with the retractable leash, I take a few steps forward and reel him back (& repeat a few times) toward myself, Murph, poo & that shoe.
STEP 8) Contemplate the peculiarity of such moments in my life as I amass what was scattered.

Did she smile at the unexpected, mildly comical scene of woe for me? Nope, nothing. I smiled, I waved, I said I was sorry. I think she avoided eye contact. So okay woman, you miserable soul, I retract my apology. I’m not sorry!
Oh well.
 There I stand, feeling like a character in Dr. Seuss book:
My shoe is off,  my foot is hot, I have a lizard I like to hold…  & so on.
And finally,
STEP 9) Travel the short distance home with everyone & everything while shaking my head about the odd situations in which I often find myself.

part scorpion??

“This is my adventure-seeking face!”



20180221_113442“Give me Lizardry or give me Death!” – ♥ Dawn Renee


‘ The Rebel _______ ‘ video

“I Have Preferences Too.

…and I can’t be more clear!! I do declare it is time to be outside…   ahh the great outdoors!!!!”

    Lizards may not have opinions (this is debatable), however, I put forth the proposition they have preferences. For example, there is one person Lil’ Murph does not like. He appears repulsed by this person’s entire vibe, unbeknowst to the person holding Murph for fun, Murph is peering back at me with a particular gaze and body language to match. It screams, “Save me, save me now, I am over this experience – want it gone.”

    Murph makes it known when he wants to lay on his hammock, be outside (as you see in the video), is hungry, wants to cuddle, etc.

    I apologize for the sound of winds in the audio and for my not being a fabulous video recording person, but, the goal wasn’t a perfect video, it was to share Murph with you. I’m aware the beads of his harness don’t match, I already had the thin cordage and these beads fit, so there we have it. He doesn’t mind. Maybe I’ll tinker with it later & also share a link in regards to making lizard harnesses.

    In this video, at 18 seconds in, Murph blinks – what a cute blinker he is! At 2:27 into it, he blinks. That’s 2 minutes & 9 seconds without blinking on a windy day – just an observation! 54 seconds into the video, he knows I caught up with him. He knows outside time is coming to a close for now. I mention that home is in the other direction. He looks toward home with his pupil.

    Home is good, but most displeasing at the moment! He’s being rebellious! I can admire that!   He knows it’s time, the pitiful darling. He’s absorbing all the outsideness he can, though Mommy here has impregnated the elation with grim realization that contentment must soon be met by simply gazing out the open window through the cage bars of safety.     “Aww… who’s a cute little rebel?”


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