Watson, I Presume!

Warning! The eagle has landed...or should I say the goat. Yes, that dreaded fainting goat has finally arrived. I must admit that I have heretofore had very mixed emotions about this. Still after meeting him, well, I can see that there might actually be some merit in this situation. For one, his name is Watson. H Bar H J. Hamish Watson to be precise.

Now here is reason for profound thought. As you may have surmised by now, I have always been inclined toward deep, sincere, and extremely succinct powers of ratiocination. Much like one of my all-time revered role models, none other than the eminent master detective, Sherlock Holmes. To be sure there are mysteries to be had in this place! Through clean living and right thinking, my dream has come to fruition with the arrival of my very own Watson! Miracles do happen! (Perhaps all that meditation and praying I have had to do during my recent bout with starvation has had something to do with this.)

I will now be able to utter such profound phrases as, "You mean well, Watson. Shall I demonstrate your own ignorance?" (from The Adventure of the Dying Detective) Or better yet, "I never get your limits, Watson. There are unexplored possibilities about you." (from The Adventure of the Sussex Vampire). Unexplored possibilities? An understatement to be sure!!! Marilock Holmes has her own Watson! Bring on the mysteries! I can see them piling up as we speak. The Mystery of the Disappearing Peanut. The Adventure of the Mysterious WhoDugIt. (a delving into the origin of 'The Hole'.) The Coyote Howled At Midnight. Oh, rapture! Oh, divine bliss! And the best part? He doesn't even LIKE peanuts! He's an animal cracker kind of guy. Oh, let the sleuthing begin! Watson, I presume!