I adopted Valiant on Black Friday on an impulse as they were 50% off. My oldest daughter wanted a reptile but is going to College this fall and reptiles are not allowed in the dorm. Nonetheless she had been sending me pictures of various lizards for weeks from Craigslist and various other sites which sparked my interest. I would offer to get one but her being a too responsible for a child her age declined as she is extremely focused on her studies and was worried she couldn't give it the amount of attention it required. (At least one of us studied for the new arrival! LOL)
I went in for dog food and just happened to glance at the reptile cage and upon seeing a stack of tiny baby beardies stacked on a piece of driftwood knew I was going home with a Dragon. When the sales attendant asked which one I wanted while putting her hand in the enclosure I noticed all but one ran to her lowering hand. One little Dragon scuttled away to the opposite side of the case. I of course ponited at the escapee saying, "That one! I want the one that won't be picked up by just anybody."
I didn't notice until I got him home that he had a dark black spot on his back from an injury. I was told later by a Petsmart employee that it was likely from another beardie biting him and had they known he would have been quarantined and not sold. I took him to the vet a few days later and it was already healing nicely. She was shocked at how tiny he was and after I told her all the ways I had nit picked over him she told me it was good that I had been so diligent or he likely wouldn't have lived as in her opinion he was so small. She said that in her opinion the pet store sells them before they are old enough. I fussed over him constantly the first couple of weeks and still fuss over him quite regularly. He was only about 3.5" long when I brought him home but is now about 8.75" long and seemingly plump and healthy. He loves to be held and seems to pout at having to be in his tank for a whole 2 hours after mealtime. Getting him to try fruits and veggies has taken some time and lots of sampling but he is finally starting to take interest in guava and rosemary of all things.
So, I convinced myself that I was basically getting him to be Foster Mom until she wanted to take him. However, while she loves him and is my own personal "What to Expext When Your Mom Brings Home A Baby Beardie Without Planning Ahead Index", he and I have bonded and he prefers to be with his Momma.
"Looks like you're going to have to get your own Dragon," I imformed her. To which she replied "It's okay, I decided I want a tagu!"
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I went in for dog food and just happened to glance at the reptile cage and upon seeing a stack of tiny baby beardies stacked on a piece of driftwood knew I was going home with a Dragon. When the sales attendant asked which one I wanted while putting her hand in the enclosure I noticed all but one ran to her lowering hand. One little Dragon scuttled away to the opposite side of the case. I of course ponited at the escapee saying, "That one! I want the one that won't be picked up by just anybody."
I didn't notice until I got him home that he had a dark black spot on his back from an injury. I was told later by a Petsmart employee that it was likely from another beardie biting him and had they known he would have been quarantined and not sold. I took him to the vet a few days later and it was already healing nicely. She was shocked at how tiny he was and after I told her all the ways I had nit picked over him she told me it was good that I had been so diligent or he likely wouldn't have lived as in her opinion he was so small. She said that in her opinion the pet store sells them before they are old enough. I fussed over him constantly the first couple of weeks and still fuss over him quite regularly. He was only about 3.5" long when I brought him home but is now about 8.75" long and seemingly plump and healthy. He loves to be held and seems to pout at having to be in his tank for a whole 2 hours after mealtime. Getting him to try fruits and veggies has taken some time and lots of sampling but he is finally starting to take interest in guava and rosemary of all things.
So, I convinced myself that I was basically getting him to be Foster Mom until she wanted to take him. However, while she loves him and is my own personal "What to Expext When Your Mom Brings Home A Baby Beardie Without Planning Ahead Index", he and I have bonded and he prefers to be with his Momma.
"Looks like you're going to have to get your own Dragon," I imformed her. To which she replied "It's okay, I decided I want a tagu!"
OvalComet?