hi,
this is my blog for Pascal, and probably some stuff about my other reptiles, but mostly pascal since the other reptiles are technically family pets whereas pascal is 100% mine.
it isnt going to be the most dedicated blog, as i already have a diary that i write in every day which records every tiny little detail about pascal and then what i do during the day. im hoping that it will be useful.
right now, he has come out of his hiding place and is cricket hunting. he seemed too moody to eat crickets out of the jar today, last time he actually did it, he accidentally sat on my hand rather than a branch, when he realised it was my hand he freaked out and hasnt trusted The Jar since. but he does pretty well at catching them. this morning his eye seems less gummy, he has been basking under his new (not green) heat lamp, showing off his dark green pissed off colors, then when i tried giving him crickets he went leafy green as he hurried to his hiding place.
i dont know why he doesnt want to hide in the bigger bit of fake plant that i borrowed from mom. he always hides on the smaller fake plant next to the wall under his uvb lamp. i try not to look for him when he is hiding, but if i genuinely cannot find him i will stick my nose up against his flex and spend ages worrying that he's fallen and gotten stuck or something.
i think i probably should have waited until he was older before taking him home, but he's getting bigger fairly quickly. he had a wax worm yesterday, i read that they were a nice treat and they looked juicy, since i havent seen him drinking yet, i thought a juicy treat would at least assure me that there was some moisture in him, even if it is just fat.
it's incredible how much money he is costing me, i'm saving up for a motorcycle, but i'm one of those people that never manages to get what i want. what i really want is a horse- or just to be a part of a stable or something, i tried but people tend to be a bit of a bitch when it comes to horses and if you are not perfect (like them) then they will make your life hell, even if you're giving them money. so i gave up with that and decided to try and get a motorcycle so i can stop relying on my friend taking me on the back of his and actually do it for myself. but then dad turned around and said hey, ill buy you a car, if you give me all your savings, i said no, so now i dont get any money from him whatsoever. so while still saving up my £17.50 allowance and going without nice shoes and clothes and hair cuts and days out, i went and spent half of it on pascal. and that half is going to end up being all of it because stuff wont stop going wrong.
the good thing, at least, is that i am unlikely to run out of money, the only way that would happen is if he has to go to the vet. which i would not be able to afford, i was going to stick him on insurance but can't until im 18. if he gets bad enough to need the vet i will have to find someone who will take him off me.
i fed george this morning. george is out 1.5 month old bearded dragon. he's rather sweet, a bit on the dumb side, but really loves his crickets to the point that if he is hungry and you have yellow nail polish on, you will loose your fingers if he cant find the cricket you are giving him quickly enough. yesterday me and my sister put him on the floor of our wooden hallway because i had seen videos of them running around and thought maybe he could use some excersize, or just stimulation because he looked bored and seems to enjoy attention. so we sat him on the floor. and he looked at us. and then did the biggest poop ever. so that was the end of that little idea. i had to give him some of pascals crickets for his breakfast because he's ran out of his own and mom didnt get round to buying more yesterday. i gave him a wax worm last night. he got hold of it, began chewing it, obviously realised it was not a cricket or a meal worm, and looked at me, then chewed slowly. you had to be there. i love beardies experssions, they just have character. pascal always looks nervous and suspicious. i need to quickly check that his eye is still open and then go and let my dogs back in the house. i kicked one of them out because they were making a tonne of noise play fighting outside. heidi is a 8 month old rhodesian ridgeback with a bit or rottweiler, rufus is a 3 year old pedigree rhodesian ridgeback. heidi knows she is crossbred and acts on it, rolls in mud, eats everything, falls asleep on your lap, shoves her nose in odd places, chews cables when you're not looking, has random attacks of hyperness and runs into solid stuff, snores, yawns like a boiling kettle etc. rufus knows he is purebred and is the whimpiest, smuggest dog ever. but if heidi pisses him off they both end up killing eachother. in a playful manner. the main thing is, it sounds horrible and really irritates me, so rufus stays outside. because rufus wont chew all the flowers. right now i can here him whining. he's probably got his paws on the kitchen window ledge and is looking into the kitchen pleading for someone to let him in, but as everyone is asleep, he'll have to wait for me.
poor dog.
i know theyre only dogs and dont understand that sometimes humans just dont want to walk them. once it gets light, rufus assumes he is going for a walk and it is down to me to take them out because once when mom was walking them, they both ran into her knee and now she cant walk so well and just prefers to not take them out. i dont mind it, but not first thing in the morning, every morning. like this morning, im feeling lazy.
but ill have to get up and sort him out anyway because hes going to wake up the neighbours.
byebye
this is my blog for Pascal, and probably some stuff about my other reptiles, but mostly pascal since the other reptiles are technically family pets whereas pascal is 100% mine.
it isnt going to be the most dedicated blog, as i already have a diary that i write in every day which records every tiny little detail about pascal and then what i do during the day. im hoping that it will be useful.
right now, he has come out of his hiding place and is cricket hunting. he seemed too moody to eat crickets out of the jar today, last time he actually did it, he accidentally sat on my hand rather than a branch, when he realised it was my hand he freaked out and hasnt trusted The Jar since. but he does pretty well at catching them. this morning his eye seems less gummy, he has been basking under his new (not green) heat lamp, showing off his dark green pissed off colors, then when i tried giving him crickets he went leafy green as he hurried to his hiding place.
i dont know why he doesnt want to hide in the bigger bit of fake plant that i borrowed from mom. he always hides on the smaller fake plant next to the wall under his uvb lamp. i try not to look for him when he is hiding, but if i genuinely cannot find him i will stick my nose up against his flex and spend ages worrying that he's fallen and gotten stuck or something.
i think i probably should have waited until he was older before taking him home, but he's getting bigger fairly quickly. he had a wax worm yesterday, i read that they were a nice treat and they looked juicy, since i havent seen him drinking yet, i thought a juicy treat would at least assure me that there was some moisture in him, even if it is just fat.
it's incredible how much money he is costing me, i'm saving up for a motorcycle, but i'm one of those people that never manages to get what i want. what i really want is a horse- or just to be a part of a stable or something, i tried but people tend to be a bit of a bitch when it comes to horses and if you are not perfect (like them) then they will make your life hell, even if you're giving them money. so i gave up with that and decided to try and get a motorcycle so i can stop relying on my friend taking me on the back of his and actually do it for myself. but then dad turned around and said hey, ill buy you a car, if you give me all your savings, i said no, so now i dont get any money from him whatsoever. so while still saving up my £17.50 allowance and going without nice shoes and clothes and hair cuts and days out, i went and spent half of it on pascal. and that half is going to end up being all of it because stuff wont stop going wrong.
the good thing, at least, is that i am unlikely to run out of money, the only way that would happen is if he has to go to the vet. which i would not be able to afford, i was going to stick him on insurance but can't until im 18. if he gets bad enough to need the vet i will have to find someone who will take him off me.
i fed george this morning. george is out 1.5 month old bearded dragon. he's rather sweet, a bit on the dumb side, but really loves his crickets to the point that if he is hungry and you have yellow nail polish on, you will loose your fingers if he cant find the cricket you are giving him quickly enough. yesterday me and my sister put him on the floor of our wooden hallway because i had seen videos of them running around and thought maybe he could use some excersize, or just stimulation because he looked bored and seems to enjoy attention. so we sat him on the floor. and he looked at us. and then did the biggest poop ever. so that was the end of that little idea. i had to give him some of pascals crickets for his breakfast because he's ran out of his own and mom didnt get round to buying more yesterday. i gave him a wax worm last night. he got hold of it, began chewing it, obviously realised it was not a cricket or a meal worm, and looked at me, then chewed slowly. you had to be there. i love beardies experssions, they just have character. pascal always looks nervous and suspicious. i need to quickly check that his eye is still open and then go and let my dogs back in the house. i kicked one of them out because they were making a tonne of noise play fighting outside. heidi is a 8 month old rhodesian ridgeback with a bit or rottweiler, rufus is a 3 year old pedigree rhodesian ridgeback. heidi knows she is crossbred and acts on it, rolls in mud, eats everything, falls asleep on your lap, shoves her nose in odd places, chews cables when you're not looking, has random attacks of hyperness and runs into solid stuff, snores, yawns like a boiling kettle etc. rufus knows he is purebred and is the whimpiest, smuggest dog ever. but if heidi pisses him off they both end up killing eachother. in a playful manner. the main thing is, it sounds horrible and really irritates me, so rufus stays outside. because rufus wont chew all the flowers. right now i can here him whining. he's probably got his paws on the kitchen window ledge and is looking into the kitchen pleading for someone to let him in, but as everyone is asleep, he'll have to wait for me.
poor dog.
i know theyre only dogs and dont understand that sometimes humans just dont want to walk them. once it gets light, rufus assumes he is going for a walk and it is down to me to take them out because once when mom was walking them, they both ran into her knee and now she cant walk so well and just prefers to not take them out. i dont mind it, but not first thing in the morning, every morning. like this morning, im feeling lazy.
but ill have to get up and sort him out anyway because hes going to wake up the neighbours.
byebye
