Ladies and Gentlemen! An Announcement of EPIC proportions........

Well, folks, just as it looked like I was going to have to fire Me, Myself, and I and possibly consider putting this fine blog into liquidation, along comes some fantastic post material which is sure to save our bacon and return us to our former glory as one of the very best of the worst blogs ever produced!

Do I have the inside scoop on the "smoking gun" needed to finally impeach good old Dubya? Eyewitness testimony sure to run every republican off Capital Hill? A first peek at a vaccine which will cure all cancers?

Nope.

What I DO have is an announcement sure to warm the cockles of the hearts of those who have enjoyed those occasional posts about the four-hoofed members of our family here at Pendragon Hold. You may recall the tragedy that befell us when our dear Mysty was brutally assaulted by a bad dog and died of shock. It had a palpable effect on all of us here, and we miss him terribly. But that terrible event has been overshadowed by our very happy adoption of two new little girls, genuine pigmy goats, very cute and VERY compact little critters who were given to us by a coworker of mine.

But wait, there's MORE! Although these two adorable little gals could easily pass as twins, there is a distinct difference between the two. One of them happens to have a genetic condition which causes her to totally lock up, stiff as a board, when startled. These are famously known as "fainting goats". They aren't fainting, actually, because they don't actually pass out. But we were treated to this phenomenon when the goat in question locked up while running away from me as I was herding them towards the water bucket, and she bowled over onto her back from the momentum, her stiff little legs stuck straight up in the air! I know this might sound cruel, but it was rather funny to witness. No harm done, she recovered very quickly and was right back on her feet in a flash.

Billy, our crybaby male goat who used to follow Mysty around like a loyal second in command, and who since has proven to be a pathetic Alpha male, was truly delighted to meet these two new playmates, although the little ones were understandably skittish about billy, considering how much bigger he is than them. These guys really are minute little goats, only half the size of Ozzy, himself a pretty small little package. They both have these yellow reptilian eyes that truly look odd in the face of a mammal, which Billy and Ozzy have themselves, but aren't as obvious.

I did have second thoughts about adopting these two, considering what the three goats I already had (when Mysty was alive) did to the back area of my acre. They had totally denuded it of practically all green life! Believe me when I tell you that goats will eat almost ANYTHING! But, since these two together hardly could make up just one goat of Mysty's size and appetite, I figured we probably came back out even. I do have to buy feed for them during the winter when the weeds do not grow and recover from the grazing very well, but come spring I figure they should stay even with the growth that will erupt.

Anyway, as promised, the team here at MM&M has delivered a heart warming story sure to go down in blogger history as the one that pulled our collective asses out of the fire. But, my loyal readers, as an added bonus, we have also delivered photographic evidence of this wondrous events, just in case you thought us so desperate and underhanded as to simply manufacture something out of the blue, something like our president did to in order to go down in the annals of history as a "war" president. We would never stoop that low, I assure you.

So, stay tuned for our next exciting post, when we reveal the identity of the person hidden behind the grassy knoll!

The staff is photoshopping the evidence as I speak.........