I've been waiting forever to do this....
Took Reggie outside today, since it was fairly warm. My friend and I decided to take him up to the park, where we have a large grassy field and a playground down a small hill from the field. Across from the playground lives my nemisis, who I just call Crawford 'cause it's her last name. I let Reggie romp around the field a little bit, then picked him up and walked around with him. Hehe my mastermind plan was to get him close enough to Crawford that she'd freak out. :twisted:
After this happened (mwuhahah!) we walked Reggie around the rest of the neighborhood (it's not really that big, honestly) and got a lot of 'Look what she has!' and 'Did you catch that or is it your pet?' or 'That's so cool, can I pet it?'. My response to the 'did you catch it' was, "Yes, actually, half of my backyard is in Australia, so it was no problem at all!" Lots of little kids wanted to pet him. And that's when I noticed.... whenever someone wants to pet your dog, they always gush over it and ask its name. With Reggie, they're facinated, but don't seem to think he HAS a name. A bit of odd-ness I realized today.
And then I succeeded in freaking out the mailman! Since Johnstown has the steepest incline in the country/world/state/whatever, there has to be someone to make the little cars go up and down. And that guy was absolutely facinated with Reggie, asking what he ate, where he came from, how big he would get, did I have to have special lights for him, etc. After unsuredly denying the chance to pet Reggie, he told the mailman, "Look, we've got a whole zoo in this neighborhood!" (our neighbor has a chicken, even when it's not allowed in Johnstown). The mailman curiously came a little closer, then nearly jumped out of his pants when Reggie cocked his head to look up at the guy. I had to laugh.
Eventually, I was down at the playground, my friend and me, with a small crowd of kids around me wanting to see the dragon, just like whenever the lady across the road brings her macaw up to the park (told you we have a zoo). One of the girls, whose name was Mandy, absolutely adored Reggie, holding him, petting him, asking if she could keep him, would he breathe fire and fly, what would I do when he got bigger? Finally she asked the weirdest thing-- "What will you do with him when he dies?" Uh.... bury him. "Why don't you keep him until he turns to bones and then sell them and make yourself rich?" Mind you, this girl was 8. I think she seriously thought Reggie was a Dragon-dragon. I thought it was funny, nonetheless!
Reggie patiently waited it out, being the gentle beardie that he is, never biting or puffing up, just like he acted for me on that very first day-- the day I knew that he was meant to be mine. But, soon, it was much too cold for Reggie, evening was approaching, and we had to go home and get food in Reggie's tummy, and, of course, in mine. Now, it's bathtime.... and then bed.
-- Jacqui and Reggie
Took Reggie outside today, since it was fairly warm. My friend and I decided to take him up to the park, where we have a large grassy field and a playground down a small hill from the field. Across from the playground lives my nemisis, who I just call Crawford 'cause it's her last name. I let Reggie romp around the field a little bit, then picked him up and walked around with him. Hehe my mastermind plan was to get him close enough to Crawford that she'd freak out. :twisted:
After this happened (mwuhahah!) we walked Reggie around the rest of the neighborhood (it's not really that big, honestly) and got a lot of 'Look what she has!' and 'Did you catch that or is it your pet?' or 'That's so cool, can I pet it?'. My response to the 'did you catch it' was, "Yes, actually, half of my backyard is in Australia, so it was no problem at all!" Lots of little kids wanted to pet him. And that's when I noticed.... whenever someone wants to pet your dog, they always gush over it and ask its name. With Reggie, they're facinated, but don't seem to think he HAS a name. A bit of odd-ness I realized today.
And then I succeeded in freaking out the mailman! Since Johnstown has the steepest incline in the country/world/state/whatever, there has to be someone to make the little cars go up and down. And that guy was absolutely facinated with Reggie, asking what he ate, where he came from, how big he would get, did I have to have special lights for him, etc. After unsuredly denying the chance to pet Reggie, he told the mailman, "Look, we've got a whole zoo in this neighborhood!" (our neighbor has a chicken, even when it's not allowed in Johnstown). The mailman curiously came a little closer, then nearly jumped out of his pants when Reggie cocked his head to look up at the guy. I had to laugh.
Eventually, I was down at the playground, my friend and me, with a small crowd of kids around me wanting to see the dragon, just like whenever the lady across the road brings her macaw up to the park (told you we have a zoo). One of the girls, whose name was Mandy, absolutely adored Reggie, holding him, petting him, asking if she could keep him, would he breathe fire and fly, what would I do when he got bigger? Finally she asked the weirdest thing-- "What will you do with him when he dies?" Uh.... bury him. "Why don't you keep him until he turns to bones and then sell them and make yourself rich?" Mind you, this girl was 8. I think she seriously thought Reggie was a Dragon-dragon. I thought it was funny, nonetheless!
Reggie patiently waited it out, being the gentle beardie that he is, never biting or puffing up, just like he acted for me on that very first day-- the day I knew that he was meant to be mine. But, soon, it was much too cold for Reggie, evening was approaching, and we had to go home and get food in Reggie's tummy, and, of course, in mine. Now, it's bathtime.... and then bed.
-- Jacqui and Reggie
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