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Deer Goat goes Zebra.

Well, knock me over with a brick. 5 people. Yes 5 so far, have asked me if Wilma will change into a fawn brindle when she grows up. You know, like the Humphrey Dalmatian? 5.

Now I'll just add photos for gratuitous puppy smiles.

When the Dalmation met the Deer Goat.

Does that look like a goat to you? Yeah, me neither. Same neighbour who dubbed the Humphrey a Dalmatian.

"You know she reminds me of a goat. And she runs like a deer.­"

Great, I paid good money for a Deer Goat.

Maybe she meant Dear Goat. Except her name is Wilhelmina, Wilma to her friends, which is a far cry from the word goat.

I thought I'd get "Weimaraner" for sure...Nope.

Welcome to the family Wilma, you billy bob goat deer.

Blog not.

Blogging is hard.

I know you are still out there, I see the views on my blog. In fact 52 of you were here yesterday. Which is crazy pants. I haven't put anything up since December. So there. Re-read at will. Johnny is that you?

Blogging involves a lot of self openness. Yet, recently I have my face scrunched up not wanting to leak any of me out in print. I ought to quit that, it's giving me wrinkles.

Obviously I've lost my wit. Or wherewithal. Maybe both? Nah. When I talk to people in the real world they still show me their teeth. They are either thinking I am a dentist or that I am funny. We'll never know.

I'll ask around and get back to you.