I owned a monkey tailed skink a few years back by the name of george. at the time, i was working part time in the evening. i arrived home from work about 10 p.m. one night, walked into the herp room and saw george relaxing on one of his branches. i looked at him and said "hi george" then proceeded to hang my jacket up in the closet. when i turned back around, there was george half in and half out of his wire cage. he was trying to get out thru the wire (my fault that the wire spacing was too wide), and got stuck at the halfway point, so he was just kinda hanging there. with this look on his face saying "come on, you're home now, play with me!" it was really cute! anyway, needless to say i had a new wire cage being ordered and delivered that week.
"He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader.
He will be yours, faithful and true to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion."-Unknown