I am going to make one thread for all 4 of my boys.
I will update it as I go along, but right now I will start with the story of how I got Brady, since I was talking to Vesta about it.
In December of 2008 about 2 or 3 days before Christmas, I went into the local pet store just to look around. They had this TINY little bearded dragon who was missing an arm. He was in a small cage, full of poop, and dirty veggies, no uv light and a red heat lamp. They had another bearded dragon there that was probably 3 times the size that this one was. I asked what happened and they said that they did have them housed together, and that they were clutch mates, and the bigger one bit off the other ones arm. I was of course crushed, but went home and didnt do anything.
Went a few days later, and he was still there, still tiny and still in that nasty cage. I asked them if they were going to sell the beardie, because I hoped that at least if they sold him to someone, they would take care of him. They said no, that since he was hurt, they were going to keep him as a store pet. I kept thinking about and thinking about that poor beardie. I kept talking to Butch about him, and kept going back in to check on him.
One day I took Foster with me, to show them that I knew how to care for a 3 legged bearded dragon. They had never seen a bearded dragon that big before. (and Foster is not that big) I asked them again if they would let me take him and feed him. I offered to buy him, or just take him for a while, but no dice. They were feeding the poor guy 10 crickets a day.
I kept stalking those people in that store, and going back all the time and checking on him. I even was going to try to sneak food in there. And at my weakest moments, I was like, hmmm, I wonder if I could sneak him out. No, I have never stole anything in my life, am not a bad person, but that beardie needed help. But the people that own the store are also a deputy sheriff for the county that we live in, and they know exactly where I live because the people we bought our house from, they bought the pet store from.
Kept talking about and stressing about that poor beardie, and kept on going back in. Tehey would not let me get that bearded dragon.
Well, not long before Valentines Day 2009, Butch had asked me what I wanted for Valentines day. I told him what I wanted was not available, that I wanted that bearded dragon. I didnt mention that to him again. Well, on Friday February 13th, he came home from work early and called me upstairs and said "You better love me". I asked why, and he said for me to look in that box. I opened that box and there was that beardie dragon. I was so happy that I cried, and was just all excited. He still to this day will not tell me how he got them to give him up, he told me not to worry about it. I asked him if he had him legally and did they know that he had him. He said yes. So whatever he did, it worked, and the beardie formerly named Tripod became my best valentines day present ever, and got his name changed to Brady
I will update it as I go along, but right now I will start with the story of how I got Brady, since I was talking to Vesta about it.
In December of 2008 about 2 or 3 days before Christmas, I went into the local pet store just to look around. They had this TINY little bearded dragon who was missing an arm. He was in a small cage, full of poop, and dirty veggies, no uv light and a red heat lamp. They had another bearded dragon there that was probably 3 times the size that this one was. I asked what happened and they said that they did have them housed together, and that they were clutch mates, and the bigger one bit off the other ones arm. I was of course crushed, but went home and didnt do anything.
Went a few days later, and he was still there, still tiny and still in that nasty cage. I asked them if they were going to sell the beardie, because I hoped that at least if they sold him to someone, they would take care of him. They said no, that since he was hurt, they were going to keep him as a store pet. I kept thinking about and thinking about that poor beardie. I kept talking to Butch about him, and kept going back in to check on him.
One day I took Foster with me, to show them that I knew how to care for a 3 legged bearded dragon. They had never seen a bearded dragon that big before. (and Foster is not that big) I asked them again if they would let me take him and feed him. I offered to buy him, or just take him for a while, but no dice. They were feeding the poor guy 10 crickets a day.
I kept stalking those people in that store, and going back all the time and checking on him. I even was going to try to sneak food in there. And at my weakest moments, I was like, hmmm, I wonder if I could sneak him out. No, I have never stole anything in my life, am not a bad person, but that beardie needed help. But the people that own the store are also a deputy sheriff for the county that we live in, and they know exactly where I live because the people we bought our house from, they bought the pet store from.
Kept talking about and stressing about that poor beardie, and kept on going back in. Tehey would not let me get that bearded dragon.
Well, not long before Valentines Day 2009, Butch had asked me what I wanted for Valentines day. I told him what I wanted was not available, that I wanted that bearded dragon. I didnt mention that to him again. Well, on Friday February 13th, he came home from work early and called me upstairs and said "You better love me". I asked why, and he said for me to look in that box. I opened that box and there was that beardie dragon. I was so happy that I cried, and was just all excited. He still to this day will not tell me how he got them to give him up, he told me not to worry about it. I asked him if he had him legally and did they know that he had him. He said yes. So whatever he did, it worked, and the beardie formerly named Tripod became my best valentines day present ever, and got his name changed to Brady
I love happy endings!
