So, recently I was snuggling on the loveseat with Reggie in our living room when my 8-year-old little sister comes in, gives me a disgusted look, and says,
"Are you CUDDLING with that thing?" My response,
"He's not a thing! He has a name!"
"But are you seriously cuddling with it?"
"Naw, Kasey, I'm eating it." There was a small silence in which she sat down and turned the TV on. I had been reading a book. But, now, with the noise, I couldn't concentrate, so I set down my book, laid on my back, relocated Reggie from my shoulder to my chest, and pet him while watching TV as well (ugh, cartoons, I've outgrown them.).
Suddenly, Kasey looks over and asks,
"Why do you like that thing?"
"I don't. I looooove him." I say, dragging out the word to annoy her. She rolls her eyes.
"Who would love a lizard?"
"He is not just a lizard." I spat back.
"Yeah, he kinda is."
"No he isn't! If Reggie is just a lizard, Louis is just a cat!"
"Louis is not just a cat. He's furry and he has feelings and he snuggles and he shows me he loves me. Reggie is just a lizard. He sits there all day. Why do you even love him?" I ponder on this for a moment.
Then I realize, I honestly can't explain why I love my Reggie. I just.... do.
I never answered Kasey's question, and she lost interest and turned her easily-distracted mind back to the TV. I made her sound a bit more intelligent than she did that day. That's not an insult, it's a fact.
Honestly, I'm not sure I can explain why I love my dragon. Because he needs me? Well, the beta fish needs me, too, but I don't love him. I'm the only one who even feeds the fish. Because Reggie is the only pet I have that is actually MINE and shows me signs off affection? Well, that's definitely one.
As I ponder on this for days to come (and I'm sure I will) why don't you give me YOUR reasons for loving your beardie?
-- Jacqui (still Dumbfounded)
"Are you CUDDLING with that thing?" My response,
"He's not a thing! He has a name!"
"But are you seriously cuddling with it?"
"Naw, Kasey, I'm eating it." There was a small silence in which she sat down and turned the TV on. I had been reading a book. But, now, with the noise, I couldn't concentrate, so I set down my book, laid on my back, relocated Reggie from my shoulder to my chest, and pet him while watching TV as well (ugh, cartoons, I've outgrown them.).
Suddenly, Kasey looks over and asks,
"Why do you like that thing?"
"I don't. I looooove him." I say, dragging out the word to annoy her. She rolls her eyes.
"Who would love a lizard?"
"He is not just a lizard." I spat back.
"Yeah, he kinda is."
"No he isn't! If Reggie is just a lizard, Louis is just a cat!"
"Louis is not just a cat. He's furry and he has feelings and he snuggles and he shows me he loves me. Reggie is just a lizard. He sits there all day. Why do you even love him?" I ponder on this for a moment.
Then I realize, I honestly can't explain why I love my Reggie. I just.... do.
I never answered Kasey's question, and she lost interest and turned her easily-distracted mind back to the TV. I made her sound a bit more intelligent than she did that day. That's not an insult, it's a fact.
Honestly, I'm not sure I can explain why I love my dragon. Because he needs me? Well, the beta fish needs me, too, but I don't love him. I'm the only one who even feeds the fish. Because Reggie is the only pet I have that is actually MINE and shows me signs off affection? Well, that's definitely one.
As I ponder on this for days to come (and I'm sure I will) why don't you give me YOUR reasons for loving your beardie?
-- Jacqui (still Dumbfounded)
oh ya an today i let Dino run around on the floor(supervised) an he tried to climb my guitar amp! 
