beardie parents":3kboi0lm said:
She's the one, Diane. We refer to her as Rosie and Squirt's Aunt Shirley. She has the funniest cat, whose about 15 years, I think. She got Sapphire when she was 10 years old. Sapphire always has this annoyed look on her face but always insists on getting constant attention, like most dogs do.
Awww, Rosie & Squirt have an Aunt Shirley, that's very special. Sapphire sure has quite the personality too. Seems like she wants constant attention like some of our beardies do.
So Kristine, you have "beardie baby books", that's neat. Don't know how you find the time to keep up with all that writing, gotta give you credit. :wink: It will be neat to read back through them though.
I would have no trouble keeping a journal on Loki but there's no way I would be able to keep up with all of Angie's shenanigans, heck, I'd have writer's cramp. :lol:
You're right Deb, Angie loves playing games and invents her own. One day Paul was using the whisk broom & dustpan as he had spilled something on the floor. Angie was sitting close by, kept tilting her head watching & wondering what he was doing. Then she ran over, sat right in front of the dustpan waiting for him to use the whisk broom to sweep her body on it. Of course he did, then she would climb off, move further away and then run back over for him to do it again.
Our other female, Sabrina used to play games too. One of them was the "styrefoam plate race game". One day Paul had a clean foam plate sitting next to him and she climbed on. He would move the plate all around the table and in circles making noises like a car and then make a screeching sound like he was putting the brakes on. She would sit there and try to anticipate what he was gonna do next and just hung on the side of the plate, she loved it. If there was a dirty foam plate sitting in the table, we had to make sure to pick it up or she would climb right on it ready to play the race game. :mrgreen:
Just seems like the females are more inquisitive, in our household anyway. :dontknow:
This morning we took Angie through the drive-through car wash as Paul's truck needed it. The last time we went through with her, it was different as no brushes or anything touched the vehicle so Angie was fine with that and enjoyed it. Well, now they have the brushes and wands that actually scrub the vehicle. She recognized the difference but still liked it, her eyes were huge. She would watch a brush coming and then look at Paul & me to see if we reacted but since we were calm, she was fine with it. She kept tilting her head watching the colored soap run down the windshield & side windows. Paul thought the dryer would scare her as it vibrated the whole vehicle but she didn't mind it a bit!
After that, we went to Cumberland Farm to get a cup of coffee and of course, she went too, we have taken her before. Just about everyone in there was giving her attention, stroking her beard, rubbing her back and she was the prettiest colors. When we were in line, a teenage girl spotted her and yelled out "oh my God, oh my God" and let out a shrill almost scream and went running out. Evidently she is afraid of all reptiles. Angie looked very worried & concerned, looked at me like "what's wrong with her?" Everyone else just laughed and shook their heads in disbelief.
Shortly she'll be going on a ride on the lawn tractor with her dad as it's in the 70's so have to make use of the beautiful weather.