The Great Reveal!

Hello

Who am I?

I am miniature Marzipan!

Well I went out and did it!  I succumbed to my desire to have another goat, and I went against all common sense and or intelligence I may have at one time possessed.  Our new goat looks exactly like Marzipan except she is smaller, and she is so sweet.  The new doe makes Marzipan look kind of butch when she is standing next to her.  Mini Marzipan is like Marzipan's non-evil nice twin. We got her out in Waimanalo at this couple's house, they had all kind of animals, (llama, pig, horse, etc... and were trying to get us to buy a pig as well, we politely declined.  We did name the new doe Mocha, but I kind of still call her Mini Marzipan.  She is so nice and sweet, although very skittish, whenever I want to milk her I have to lasso her in order to catch her.  I always wanted to be a cowgirl, but now am more of a goat girl.  She stands perfectly to be milked and has never once tried to lay down, kick, or bite me.  This makes me realize in retrospect that Marzipan really is truly evil.   So there you have it!  I am so sorry that it took me forever to get this posted and I am sure that some of you were waiting on the proverbial edge of your seats.  I can't even tell you how many people asked me if I was pregnant and that was the suprise.  Apparently people think I need to have children.   

Well everything else is totally calm on the home front.  Yesterday though had some drama, I was in the middle of watering the chickens when the neighbor lady asked if I wanted to see her turtle.  I said heck yes, I mean really how could I resist?  Well she showed me the turtle which was huge and cute and we chatted for awhile.  I forgot to relatch the chicken coop so I didn't notice that one of the chickens got out. I then made the mistake of letting Khan off his leash, and chaos ensued.  I thought Agnes was a gonner, I am pretty sure she thought so too, because she fought for her life.  She ended up going through the fence to the relative safety of the front sidewalk.  Agnes was 100% fine less a few feathers, but I am sure my neighbor now thinks I am even more nuts than she did before.  All she heard was squawking, and me yelling KHAN!!! as I tackled him.  I have an enormous bruise on my knee to prove it.  Khan actually got the raw end of that deal, Agnes scratched his face up pretty good.   I was pretty shocked to see he was the one bleeding. I bet Rosey razzed him for getting whupped by a chicken, I can only imagine his embarassment.  I learned a very important lesson:  Do not ever get distracted when doing chores and always shut things even if you think you are going to only be a second.   And to those of you who know my insatiable paranoia/compulsive behavior with locking and checking gates, doors, keys etc,  please know that this incident has now made me even more paranoid and compulsive.

The Title Match

Khan:  110 lbs of solid bullmastiff
                 
                         V.
  

Agnes:  2 lbs of soft feathery chicken

The outcome by unanimous decision:  Khan-zero, Agnes-one