"If providence did beards devise,
To prove the wearers of them wise,
A fulsome goat would then, by nature,
Excel each other human creature." - Thomas D'Urfey

Monday, November 6, 2017

Never Say Die ...

Hallooo!  It is I, Watson.  You haven't forgotten me, have you?  Well, come to think of it, maybe you never really knew me?  I am Watson.  I am a fainting goat and I was Marigold's right hand goat ever since I came to live in Washington - and that was ever so long, and so many Peanuts ago.  I was born in Boring, OR (Really.  There is such a place. Seriously. Look it up.), but that doesn't have any bearing on my personality.  Whatsoever.  I don't think so anyway.

Now you are probably wondering why I am even writing anything at all on this blog. After all, Marigold has gone on to greener pastures (so to speak) and this was her vehicle of self-expression for something on the order of ten years.  But the truth of the matter is, I felt compelled to write.  And when I say compelled, I mean that in the strictest sense of the word.  In fact, impelled might be a better term.
But perhaps I'm getting a bit ahead of myself.  Allow me to impart to you a tale of the most strange and extraordinary kind.

Being a fainting goat, I am prone to well, fainting. I've gotten better over the years.  When I was a kid, I used to faint if a bird flew over.  Now I pretty much just freeze in the hindquarters.  Still, once in a great while, something (like an Alpine) catches me off guard and over I go.  What can I say?  It goes with the job.  So shortly after Marigold passed from this world, I was out grazing when Ella saw her chance and came at me.  Being an outright onslaught, I naturally lost all semblance of control in my haste to get the hay out of the way.  And that is when my life changed.  Utterly and oh so completely.

After the blitzkrieg, I stirred and began to rise.  Once on my feet, and  realizing Ella had thankfully become distracted by something else, I put my head down (with a wary eye) and began to graze again.

Pssstttt ....

What the hay was that????

Pssstttt ....  Watson!

Who said that???!!!!

Pssstttt ....  Watson!  It's me, MARIGOLD!

What!!!????  I must be going in-sane

Pssstttt .... WATSON!!  PAY ATTENTION HERE!!!!  It's ME, M.A.R.I.G.O.L.D!  You wouldn't BELIEVE the Peanuts they have here.  Man!  Four to a shell!  Every.  Last. One.  No kidding!!!  This is THE BOMB!!!!  Of course I have to try to get to them before Boo does, but what's a little head butting among friends, right?  She lost weight, by the way.  Looks positively svelte.  Younger too.  Who knew?

Marigold???  Is that really YOU???  How can this be???  I must be losing my mind!!!

Watson!  Don't be an idiot.  What mind?  No, it really  is ME.  I just didn't feel like I could completely abandon the world to a life bereft of my sincere, wise and witty repartee.  It just wouldn't be right.   Plus I always meant to stop eating and start writing again.  Got kind of lax there toward the end.  Then it was too late. Oy. Hay, though, multi-tasking is THE THING over here.

OY.  
You got the 'oy' part right anyway.

And this is how it began - and how it continues.  Every day.  All day. Day in and day out I hear 'Pssstttt .... Watson!'  My life is no longer my own and I have been called to a higher purpose.  I guess I've become a Medium ... or at least a quasi-large.  For Goats' Sake!  I'm a friggin' Channel!  Who knew a simple-mind..., uh, simple goat from Boring, OR had it in him to become a true and pure avenue to a higher plane?  Never say never, I always say.  And as for Marigold, well ... 

Nevertheless, she persisted ...
  

8 comments:

edenhills said...

Watson, I'm so glad you've become a goat channeler! What an honor to deliver Marigold's messages to the minions. Um. Maybe ask her to tell Millie hi for me. Thanks!

Claire Moxon-Waltz said...

Elementary, my dear Watson! She needed a muse, and you were the only one quiet enough to listen. I am excited to hear your telling of the continuing saga!

Snowcatcher said...

Watson! So glad to hear from both you and Marigold, even though it is a little unconventional to hear from Marigold again. But happy as heck she found a way to get through!

Terry said...

Who knew that good things could come from Ella's butts?

Mrs. Micawber said...

So glad you have taken up the caprine blogging torch, Watson! It's good to hear from Marigold again too. She didn't mention Boo's mineral balance, but I imagine it must be perfect now....

P.S. I've heard of Boring. I have a blogging friend there. It looks anything but. Do you miss Mt. Hood? :)

Marigold said...

Dear Terry,
I know, right?

Marigold said...

Dear Mrs. Micawber,
Mt. Hood? Well, I don't suppose I miss it very much. We do have lots of nice mountains here.

Midas P Goat esq said...

Watson! So very happy to meet you and to be able to hear from Marigold! All is right with the world again! Thank you!