You’ve done so much research but your furbaby/scale baby got sick or passed away. They needed different food. More hides. Different humidity. Everything went went wrong at once.
It’s okay. Breathe.
There is a lot of information out there, and it can take a while to figure out who can be trusted, and to take some advice with a grain of salt. There is always new information coming in
That being said, it is NOT OKAY to refuse to do research. To blatantly ignore advice as it is given to you. To rely on only one source of information.
Ignorance means that you are not willfully seeking the best care for your animals, and it is not an excuse.
So do your research, again and again, and share your experiences. The community will be here to guide those who are humble and caring, I’ve seen it first hand. We protect because we care.
Imagine the others hearing Dr. Iplier’s screams. Anyone in
earshot rushes to find him in his office. He’s on the floor, on his back, and
something… something unbelievable is sitting on his chest. It’s… a dragon? The
baby dragon’s scales are the same soft blue as it’s egg, and it curls up on top
of the Doctor, radiating a calming heat into his chest. The Doctor stops
screaming long enough to realize that the little guy means him no harm and runs
his fingers down the dragon’s spiny back, revealing a pair of iridescent wings.
Imagine the others going nuts, grabbing their eggs and
bringing them to the clinic to be put under the heating lamp.
Imagine Bim’s being the next to hatch. It’s a chubby, green
dragon with a flower growing from the crown of its head. It waddles towards Bim
unsteadily, flapping its tiny wings to keep balance. The dragon sniffs at one
of Bim’s plants and then breathes a strange, golden dust over it. Before
Bim’s own eyes, the plant becomes greener and healthier than he’s ever seen it
before. Bim is half-way to having another cuteness overload when the baby
dragon flops down into a patch of sunlight and falls asleep. Bim is once again
Imagine Google’s egg hatching to reveal a prickly silver
dragon with glowing blue eyes. The Googles gather around it, curious to examine
the impossible creature when it opens its mouth and launches a bolt of
electricity at the closest droid. Green staggers back, only to find his batteries fully charged
and feeling refreshed. The other Googles raise their eyebrows in surprise, and Oliver
claps his hands together, “We’ll call him Sparky!”
Imagine the Host’s surprise when his dragon lights gently on
his shoulder and nuzzles against his cheek, as soft and smooth as could be. The
dragon’s touch is soothing to his frazzled nerves, and the Host comes to find
that the dragon can do many other things. It glows with a faint, golden light,
leading Amy and the others through the library when they visit, and it even
helps Host to navigate new, different places by humming softly in his ear
whenever he gets too close to something. The two become inseparable.
Imagine Ed being absolutely giddy when his little dragon
hatches. Its skin is the same color and texture of the leathery substance of
its egg, and it wraps itself around the brim of Ed’s hat. Wherever Ed goes, if
there’s even a penny lying on the ground, the dragon swoops down, snatches it
up, and adds it to the collection in Ed’s pocket. The little friend also comes
in handy finding lost things, especially things that Ed drops into the nooks
and crannies of his cars. The tiny dragon can reach them.
Imagine Silver’s dragon stumbling off the edge of something
only to bounce five feet in the air, flapping its little wings for a moment
before dropping and repeating the process. The dragon itself is naturally
silver, to match the Silver Shepherd’s costume, and he takes the dragon with
him on missions to fight crime. The dragon manages to get him out of quite a
few scrapes just in the nick of time, belching a noxious fume that knocks out
the bad guys.
Imagine Wilford’s dragon emerging from its egg and
immediately attacking his face. Wilford is running around screaming, trying to
pull this hellbeast off of him, but no one is willing to help. Finally he detaches the
little monster from himself and notices that on each little foot, the dragon
has long, curved blades for claws. It’s pink color and hot temper immediately
win the Ego over, despite the bleeding wounds in his face, and Wilford names
him Pinky because Wilford is the absolute best at naming things.
Imagine Dark getting impatient when his dragon hasn’t shown
any signs of hatching yet under the heat lamp. Dr. Iplier inspects the egg,
finding that it’s still pretty cold to the touch. In a moment of genius, Dr.
Iplier takes the egg down to the kitchen and sticks it in the freezer. Dark
watches silently as this occurs until there’s the sound of an explosion, and
the Doctor opens the freezer door to find a tiny black dragon standing among
shards of its eggshell. Dark takes the dragon from the freezer and gasps in
surprise when his hands frost over. The tiny ice dragon often gets into trouble
for freezing the pipes in Wilford’s studio or Google’s computer, but Dark never
admits to having put the idea into the lizard’s mind.
Needless to say, when Amy returns from her trip to find a
bunch of kittens and tiny dragons have overrun the place, she’s quite excited
to join the fun.