All three of my bearded dragons have had different personalities. Don’t let anyone tell you reptiles have no emotions.
Our first dragon, Lizzy, was sweet and compliant. She made it known on the first day that she had no intention of being the dominant one in the house. [How did she make it known? All bearded dragons wave a front leg in a circle when they want to show submission and that’s what she did.] She loved to come out of her enclosure and explore the house, but she wouldn’t pester us if we said no. She always made life easy for us because she never fought back about anything. She died from ovarian cancer after four years with us. We never knew how old she was.
And then came Bruno. Bruno had a tough life before moving in with us. He learned that he had to defend himself and be his own advocate. He would fight for what he wanted, even if it was something trivial. His exploring the house was more looking for new worlds to conquer than just having fun. Bruno was the special one for me, probably because he was just as stubborn as I am. Kindred spirits love to find each other. Bruno died after four years with us, and we never knew how old he was.
And now there’s Billy. Billy is ten years old and had a wonderful life for those ten years. We don’t know the circumstances of his surrender to a rescue site, but he has always just expected the world to be good to him (unlike Bruno who expected the world to be awful and Lizzy who lived by the motto “whatever”). From the first day he moved in with us, he made it known that he’d like to fall asleep on my shoulder at night, being snuggled and kept warm. He’s a sweetheart who just this week, after five months with us, has decided that maybe exploring the house might be fun.
Three dragons, three different personalities.