My name is Debra not Lami

This is about Debra the Lamb.

We loved Debra. She was a great pet that let little girls play with her. We would tie her to the fence each evening and come to her loving baa baa each morning. One morning there was no baa baa. We woke up to only Debra's head tied to the fence (we lived in a farm community in the middle of nowhere, use your imagination). My loving father took her to the pet land fill (its a farm community, animals died they had to be dumped somewhere, again use your imagination-if you have ever been to one you will never forget the smell).

I could embellish the story and make you feel sorry for those too little girls that had such a traumatic experience--oh wait some have you have heard that version. I have decided instead to give you the humor in the story.

Fast Forward 2007. I have shared the story for years. However I always called our pet Lami. It wasn't until this year that I was informed by the co-owner of the pet that her name was Debra not Lami. Lami was the purple stuffed elephant that Tami got for Christmas that we named after the two of us (I liked purple, she liked elephants).

Ill just blame the name change on traumatic shock syndrome.