blondie098
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Crash & Xena ran out of supers, and weren't in the mood for dubia. Ok, run to store to get a couple dozen until the bulk shipment arrives. Hmmmm... they only have about 8, and they're not real healthy looking. Ok, off we go, but our eyes had to check the beardie tank before we leave (y'all know it's an addiction, Barbara says they're like Pringles) ...
They had a decent sized dragon, they said an employees' dad got a divorce and had moved, and didn't have time for beardie anymore. So of course, I had to spend a little time with it and hold it...
Well, I had to fight back tears when I picked him up.
The employees just about freaked when I asked to hold him, they said "he's unhandleable" and "he's very ticked off". I said please open the tank, I want to hold him. So they begrudgingly open the tank. I reach in and retrieve the dragon. He is about 18" long, and so skinny!!! Tears well up in my eyes, fight them back... He's soooo skinny I felt all his ribs digging into my fingers! Of course, I can't afford to pay for a dragon right now (we're fighting off an identity theft attack at the moment and it really sux). And I really shouldn't up my electric bill anyway...
So I left the store, holding back tears, because I knew this dragon needed help, but I cannot afford him (his tail has pretty nice fat stores, but he's so painfully thin his skin is baggy wrinkles around his whole midsection).
Got home, started to tell hubby about him, started balling my eyes out. All I could say was, "Hon, he's so skinny, and so scared." I did get bit while holding him, because he was hungry. They were feeding him LETTUCE. No prob, I got thru Xena's rehab without too many scars.
So after about 10 minutes of getting my composure back intact, I asked Carl to call the store, ask for the guy who I normally deal with ... could I bring up some proper beardie salad & dubia to feed this poor baby. He said no prob. So I start packin! I made a fresh plate with blueberry, blackberry, strawberry, squash, carrot tops, collard greens, and packed 6 dubia up w/apple. (I had no idea what he would like)
I arrive at the store & had an audience, but didn't care. I made his bowl. I offered it. He gave me the hairy eyeball look. I hand-offered some squash (one employee yelped, scared I'd get bit). Took my hand slowly away, and he tasted a little squash. Took about 10 minutes, but I got him to eat. Then he ate 3 dubia. Yeah!
I sat there indian style for over an hour, talking to him, feeding him, petting him, and got him ready to tuck in for the night. Made them make changes to his cage for safety, too before I left. As I'm leaving, offering the remnant plate for his breakfast & the dubia too, the manager approaches me and says, "So, do you want him?" ... "I really can't afford to buy another beardie right now" ... "No, do you want him ... just take him" ... He said they never give away animals, but he knows I would be able to nurse him back to health and give him a good home. WHAT?!? ARE YOU SERIOUS?!? So we brought him home... do you really think I'd leave him there if he's being offered for free?!?
So into the bath he goes, looking at us like WTH are you doing to me?!?!? He soaked for 1/2 hour, and snuggled in the towel for about another 1/2 hour. Got him settled in for the night, because it was so late we had to use a huge Rubbermaid container for his first nights' home. (found a 40-breeder on craigslist that was just across town, so he's all set now, we already had logs, UVB, heat, etc)
Now, because we were very happy with our two beasts, I am going to try with every ounce of my being to not get too attached. The economy sux at the moment, so if the add'l electricity gets to be too much, we will nurse him back to health and then find him a forever home. So bear with me, I already love this little fighter. His eyes are bright, and he's so curious about everything.
He feels very dry, and his head & tail are what I would call "normal size" -- but his trunk is "baggy"... I'm thinking he was recently neglected / starved (for food & attention). We took him out into the sun Sunday morning, and he turned nearly BLACK -- all over! We watched him change before our eyes, it was hard to believe this was the orange/yello dragon that we just had in our hands! So because of his drastic color changes, we're thinking "Charmeleon" (Kharma for a nickname) -- named after the fire Pokemon my son loves so much.
Ok, before Dawn & Gina hunt me down for pix, here's our new "little" guy...
First bath -- I see happy colors, even tho he didn't know what were doing to him...
His toenails are kind of "twisted" -- not sure what substrate he used to be on, he's getting used to tiles now...
Ok, NOW what are you going to do to me next? ...
his feeble attempt at a pancake...
look how skinny ... his pelvic bone is very visible when he walks... (tears in my eyes)
Look how dark he got when we took him into the sun! Oh My! ... this color change happened all within 60 seconds! ...
Not sure if this means anything, buta lot of his spikes (side spikes as well as jowl spikes are shaped like this... they aren't smoothly shaped, they're like "sectioned"...
Peek-A-Boo!
(look how skinny...)
They had a decent sized dragon, they said an employees' dad got a divorce and had moved, and didn't have time for beardie anymore. So of course, I had to spend a little time with it and hold it...
Well, I had to fight back tears when I picked him up.
The employees just about freaked when I asked to hold him, they said "he's unhandleable" and "he's very ticked off". I said please open the tank, I want to hold him. So they begrudgingly open the tank. I reach in and retrieve the dragon. He is about 18" long, and so skinny!!! Tears well up in my eyes, fight them back... He's soooo skinny I felt all his ribs digging into my fingers! Of course, I can't afford to pay for a dragon right now (we're fighting off an identity theft attack at the moment and it really sux). And I really shouldn't up my electric bill anyway...
So I left the store, holding back tears, because I knew this dragon needed help, but I cannot afford him (his tail has pretty nice fat stores, but he's so painfully thin his skin is baggy wrinkles around his whole midsection).
Got home, started to tell hubby about him, started balling my eyes out. All I could say was, "Hon, he's so skinny, and so scared." I did get bit while holding him, because he was hungry. They were feeding him LETTUCE. No prob, I got thru Xena's rehab without too many scars.
So after about 10 minutes of getting my composure back intact, I asked Carl to call the store, ask for the guy who I normally deal with ... could I bring up some proper beardie salad & dubia to feed this poor baby. He said no prob. So I start packin! I made a fresh plate with blueberry, blackberry, strawberry, squash, carrot tops, collard greens, and packed 6 dubia up w/apple. (I had no idea what he would like)
I arrive at the store & had an audience, but didn't care. I made his bowl. I offered it. He gave me the hairy eyeball look. I hand-offered some squash (one employee yelped, scared I'd get bit). Took my hand slowly away, and he tasted a little squash. Took about 10 minutes, but I got him to eat. Then he ate 3 dubia. Yeah!
I sat there indian style for over an hour, talking to him, feeding him, petting him, and got him ready to tuck in for the night. Made them make changes to his cage for safety, too before I left. As I'm leaving, offering the remnant plate for his breakfast & the dubia too, the manager approaches me and says, "So, do you want him?" ... "I really can't afford to buy another beardie right now" ... "No, do you want him ... just take him" ... He said they never give away animals, but he knows I would be able to nurse him back to health and give him a good home. WHAT?!? ARE YOU SERIOUS?!? So we brought him home... do you really think I'd leave him there if he's being offered for free?!?
So into the bath he goes, looking at us like WTH are you doing to me?!?!? He soaked for 1/2 hour, and snuggled in the towel for about another 1/2 hour. Got him settled in for the night, because it was so late we had to use a huge Rubbermaid container for his first nights' home. (found a 40-breeder on craigslist that was just across town, so he's all set now, we already had logs, UVB, heat, etc)
Now, because we were very happy with our two beasts, I am going to try with every ounce of my being to not get too attached. The economy sux at the moment, so if the add'l electricity gets to be too much, we will nurse him back to health and then find him a forever home. So bear with me, I already love this little fighter. His eyes are bright, and he's so curious about everything.
He feels very dry, and his head & tail are what I would call "normal size" -- but his trunk is "baggy"... I'm thinking he was recently neglected / starved (for food & attention). We took him out into the sun Sunday morning, and he turned nearly BLACK -- all over! We watched him change before our eyes, it was hard to believe this was the orange/yello dragon that we just had in our hands! So because of his drastic color changes, we're thinking "Charmeleon" (Kharma for a nickname) -- named after the fire Pokemon my son loves so much.
Ok, before Dawn & Gina hunt me down for pix, here's our new "little" guy...
First bath -- I see happy colors, even tho he didn't know what were doing to him...
His toenails are kind of "twisted" -- not sure what substrate he used to be on, he's getting used to tiles now...
Ok, NOW what are you going to do to me next? ...
his feeble attempt at a pancake...
look how skinny ... his pelvic bone is very visible when he walks... (tears in my eyes)
Look how dark he got when we took him into the sun! Oh My! ... this color change happened all within 60 seconds! ...
Not sure if this means anything, buta lot of his spikes (side spikes as well as jowl spikes are shaped like this... they aren't smoothly shaped, they're like "sectioned"...
Peek-A-Boo!
(look how skinny...)
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