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Deer Goat goes Zebra.

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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.

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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.