To be perfectly honest, I’m rather dismayed. I always considered myself as totally up to having a pet dragon. They are sweet and adorable (think Puff), if somewhat large. They are loving and have a charming bit of attitude (think Debi Gliori’s Ffup), or anything else (also Debi Gliori).
I wasn’t expecting this! Sally Symes and M P Robertson have compiled a fairly comprehensive guide to looking after a dragon. Apparently you have to be mad to even consider it, and not object to feeding whole cows to your pet every now and then.
That is if you live long enough to do much of anything. Dragons are far more hazardous than I’d imagined. They might eat the vet (in which case I fail to see why you should make an appointment with the dragon-specialist. You may as well have the budgie-specialist eaten) and I can see this will be frowned upon by some.
Curry is no good, except for when it is being eaten. Repent later, I believe.
So, I will probably not get a dragon unless I can have the loveable Gliori kind. That’s a disappointment, but if I can live with that, I’ll be so much happier (than not living with a dragon). But the guide is right there, should you want to read up on where you’re going wrong with yours.