Every time a llama appears in the local news stubmling into a neighbor’s backyard, appearing in a parade, or replacing a sheep in a Christmas nativity scene, llama’s cement themselves deeper into our hearts. Their owners give them ridiculous names, make them do ridiculous things (I’m looking at you, Peruvian sir, with the alpaca on your surfboard), and sometimes forget to close the gate. 911 dispatch gets involved, reporters come, and we all realize that our lives are merrier because of these friendly, if confusing animals.

Brush llamas.

A few months ago, we realized that there needs to be a centralized, easy to remember spot to come for all the most ridiculous llama news stories. The stories are smattered across the internet further than an angry llamas spit attack spray, and therefore we have cleaned the mess into one memorable site.

Technically for a few months, but in my heart I have been preparing since my days training Icicle for the county fair in the fifth grade.

We have a wide range of visitors, from guanacos, vicunas, alpacas, to llamas.

We accept payments in grain pellets, and will even give out free manure to fertilize gardens of readers, for a small fee.

Anyone who has ever been seduced by the soft, silky hum of a llama.

We blog as we ride our llamas to and from work each day.

Where else are you going to hear about Milk a Llama Day?

Don’t invade the llama/alpaca pasture with your copycat blogs. Topic’s taken.

This blog can be visited at http://llamasutra.blogspot.com